Is it to be happy in ignorance, or misery in truth?

I live with my younger brother. After years of living with him, I've come to the conclusion that he's not the brightest person. He had some physical health problems that led him to special ed classes which may have contributed to his lack of "sophistication." He doesn't keep up with politics, read books, study or learn much of the real world and improve himself in general.

I on the other hand keep up with world news, new technology, world problems, inventions, contemplate often about what a good world may be like.

I don't claim to be a better person than he is, but I do consider myself more in touch with the real world.

The more I see, the more I'm disappointed. Corrupted governments, hunger, war, greed, racism and so much more. I dream of a world where none of these exist, and I'm saddened because I feel it is possible, yet everywhere I look, it seem like people don't deserve it, they don't want it. The world doesn't want to be saved.

Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of good things too, but it always seems so overshadowed, like a dim candle in a dark room of a moonless night.

Sometimes I wish I was less informed, less observant, less opinionated and just less of everything. Just be happy in my routines, my simple-mindedness, my ignorance.