Sad...or happy?

Some days are really sad....and some are happy, and others are a mixture.
But somehow I have a feeling that most of our days are meant to be sad. Not sad as in crying, weeping and depressed sad. But sad as in reflecting on the misfortune of others, on the tragedies in life...on the meaning of life, and what we're supposed to learn from our experiences.....that's not real sadness, but I call it sad....I don't know why?? Maybe because when I'm in that reflective mood, most of the time I become sad.......or maybe because we're surrounded by sadness most of the time now.
I look around me and find young people dying just because they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I see my country suffocating beneath the weight of oppression, terrorism, and discrimination. I see people rising in the early morning to go earn a decent living for their children and having their dreams crushed because they can't afford to realize them. I see young men frustrated because they don't see a light at the end of the tunnel. And young women confused because they don't really understand what's happening around them. I see anger, frustration and defeat. I see people dying so young because they don't have the money to get treatment for cancer or heart disease. I see people fighting and killing each other in the name of religion. I see people too busy to give a damn about each other.
What happened?? Are my glasses too dark, or is this the truth? I am not a pessimist by nature; I alway manage to see the full half of the cup. I always try to find the best in the worst situation. Ok, some one please point out to me the best......now!

Have you ever thought,
what you mean to me?
Have you ever known,
how much you can hurt me?
Do you even care??