I am Not Angry, but Disappointed

Almost everyday, I become more disappointed in the way we humans choose to act. I am disappointed in most of you and I am disappointed in myself. I am disappointed to see how most customers treat retail employees--or any employees. I am disappointed to sit next to a tree and to have everybody pass by me without a word. I get disappointed when I see somebody look at me strangely if I smile at them. I am disappointed in myself for succumbing to social pressure and being too afraid to speak out. I am disappointed in myself for being spiteful towards people just because my mind may be tired. I am disappointed in my weakness; I am disappointed in most of yours. It is sad how afraid of each other we are. It is disappointing that we all know people are dying, yet we cannot get past our daily hiccups. It is disappointing that we fail to learn from our life lessons although we are constantly reminded of them. It is disappointing that I am typing my thoughts on a computer right now but will soon forget my own sermon. I am not angry at people because that would not be just; but I am disappointed that we hardly try to maintain or develop any laws of virtue. Despite my disappointment, I still have everlasting hope in the human being and in myself.