We’ve made a great big overpopulated mess of our planet and sometimes I feel like we aren’t going to take effective action before things really fall apart.  I don’t really think I’m pessimistic, because I certainly keep trying.  Perhaps this is stupid.  May Kasahara in Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle says this:

I’m only sixteen … and I don’t know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure.  If I’m pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots.

But I think I’d rather be an idiot than hopeless.