A tear in the fabric

The world is scary and broken, while my life is pleasant and ordinary.
I know this isn’t a new or deep revelation, but it feels really wrong.
I can understand the urge of people to just shut out all the unpleasant stuff, to keep their minds on the ordinary, the normal.
At the same time, I really don’t want to do that. It feels deeply wrong.
And yet! What can I do? I have absolutely no influence on what’s going on in the USA (or Germany, or Ukraine, or Syria, or Sudan), and barely more on slowing the progression of the climate crisis.
And so I sit here with this unease.