Somber Pondering

What does it mean to be human? Does it automatically involve a degree of uncertainty and fear of the unknown? Is that really a necessary part of being human? Must we go through life a potential victim to all acts of indecency and negligence and even blatant hostility? Must I convey this same message day after day until someone wakes up until I wake up and peck away at this shell of apprehension, this aura of angst that makes us and leaves us vulnerable to damn near everything? How am I to not feel contempt to match my hope? Sorrow to match my joy? Will this reality' s dualistic nature continue to give birth to naivete ? Will hypocrisy remain the word of the day? and will I become too distracted to even notice anymore?