How Can We Change The World?

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I'm sure that's a question that we have all asked ourselves at least once in our lifetime. Lately, I have found myself asking it quite fluently. Just about everyday. When I read or listen to the news, while I'm listening to my podcast. Then I think of the song by Michael Jackson, Man in The Mirror. Where he sings that ' I'm starting with the man in the mirror'. I am a woman, but I'm still confused when looking in the mirror. I mean I have a pretty good idea of who I am, but there's still so much in me that I know I need to work on. I know that I can definitely use some therapy to work through my own issues. After I find one thing to work on I soon realize there's another area to work on and the cycle just continues. Then I start to wonder, how can I ever start to make a difference in the world when I have so many issues that I need to hash through? How can I focus on changing the world when I can’t even begin to decide on where to start working on myself? I look at the world and all the changes that have been made through the years. We've come a long way for sure, but we are nowhere near perfect. We’ll never be perfect, realistically I know this. But with technology and the great minds we have in the world, we can certainly make bigger strides. Yet where do we start? How do we start? I want to make the world a better place for my boys. I want to start by making sure they have financial literacy. Right now, this is not something they are being taught in school, but definitely something they need to know. My oldest is 17, just graduated high school and working on joining the military, and I am ok with this. If you would have asked me a year or two ago what I thought about the military. I would have said it is not anything I want my kids to be a part of lol. But high school has been tough for my oldest, so tough I took him out of public school his senior year and enrolled him in an alternate school, which is why he was able to graduate early. He originally didn’t even want to continue with school but I convinced him that he had to at least get his high school diploma, because we all know it is needed. He had no idea what he wanted to do with life, so joining the army was a great way for him to figure it out. With the economy now, I don’t feel comfortable with him doing what I did when I was 18. When I was 18 I couldn’t wait to get out of the house. I had him while I was still in high school. My senior year I was able to go to school half a day and work the other half and put back some money to find my own place. As soon as I graduated I moved out. Back then though rent for a one bedroom apartment was $400 a month. Nowadays, a one bedroom will run you at least double that. Even getting paid $10 an hour after taxes, that is not a livable wage. Then I would like to see a change in how we treat and talk to each other. That small thing would make a huge difference! Respect means different things to different people, but we need to learn how to come to common ground. Does something like this start at home? I am trying to teach my boys this. To be mindful of what they say and how they say it. Especially to each other, but I myself have to work on this as well. Now I have come a long way. In my younger years I had no filter, please believe I said whatever came to mind with no care to what anyone had to say about it, I also have the hands to back it up if anyone wanted to fight. Yet, even that has changed. People don’t even fight fair anymore. Back in the day if I or someone I knew lost a fight the next time we saw that person we would fight them again lol. One on one, until we both got tired of fighting with each other and would eventually just agree to talk it out and move on because we wanted to get to a point where we weren’t fighting when we saw each other. The thought to kill them never passed in our heads.Now though that seems to be all people think about. People aren’t good at taking losses, it crushes them mentally to the point they feel they need to take someone else’s life. I am teaching my boys that their consequences affect more than just them. They affect everyone who loves them. These are just some of my random thoughts. What are yours?