Everyday we're bombarded with bad news coming at us in a constant stream so strong that it looses any meaning. Eight-year old Palestinian child shot in the head by Israeli army. Suicide bomber blows up bus in the middle of Tel Aviv. 16 bodies, mainly women and children, found hacked to death with axes in the Congo. Landmine blast leaves 4-year old child with no legs in Chechnya. And on and on.

When you were younger, hearing just one of those stories would have given you nightmares for a month. But now you're becoming an adult...and slowly the sad state of human existence becomes commmon-place. Ever so quickly, you're stripped of your childhood dreams, your precious idealism. All of the sudden "Life's not fair" becomes a mantra. You're desensitized. You're "realistic". And hopeless.

Do we want to join the masses of the desensitized, dwelling in that meaningless existence devoid of all values? Do we want to live with our eyes closed thinking only about ourselves and only ourselves? Do we want to find ourselves saying: "Who really cares if a child stepped on a landmine on the other side of the planet? It has nothing to do with me."