"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity..."
(William B. Yeats, "The Second Coming")
I am wondering...
How does one stay hopeful amidst all the chaos, tragedy and badheartedness around us?