Now

What are you waiting for? When are you going to start serving humanity? Striving for a better world?

Perhaps you will give when you have everything. Win the lottery. Then you'll become a philanthropist. Right?

Maybe to get a little older. Once you are done with school, or get your promotion...

Waiting for the right time? To get superpowers? For more time? When someone comes to help you?

Fuck all that. You will start saving the world exactly you decide you are tired of seeing it suffer. In the meantime you will bitch and laugh, trying every way you know how to release that tension that is drawn across the chasm between the world as it is and the world as it should be. But the only way to settle that anxious nausea is to actually fix the problem. You may find a fixation... and perhaps you can play, drink, dream, fuck or work your edge off. But somehow that emptiness continues nag and gnaw at that world of sensory satisfaction you build up around you.

Peace, instead, comes from the satisfaction of expending yourself. Not what comes into your being, but what floods out of it. Stop waiting. Stop tricking yourself. Quit bitching. Quit laughing.

You will act the moment you can no longer distract yourself. Now is an excellent time to attend to the shit in the world, as opposed to the bullshit in our minds.