How Can I Be Happy

How can I be full of glee, when everyday I see on T.V., another murder, another school shooting, another trajedy? How can I be smiling, knowing of patients suffering? Waiting for their deaths in hospital beds must get so tiring. How can I feel delighted, when a young child is mistreated, and when brutal words and punishments make them feel neglected? How can I be at peace, when parents beg on their knees, for a slice of bread or anything that their children can eat? How can I be satisfied, when teenagers try and try, to fight depression, anxiety, and fear but still commit suicide? How can I complain, about my own issues and pains, when so many people would kill for my life? Oh! Am I insane! How can I be happy living in such a cruel world? How can I be happy when others are not?