Do not be subtle about this; do not dream far away, up to the Heavens.
There is certainly justice in your world, and compassion and good will and even beauty, as much as you bring them into this Spanish inn called life. The rest of the human planet too, depends on other people like you.
”The world as it is” is quite bad. The worst you can do is to adapt to it. If we surrender to so called reality, “we shall leave this world as foolish and as wicked as we found it on our arrival” as Voltaire wrote . In the face of this, I found that we have enough freedom to live in a personal world - of our own making - which is sensibly better.
If in your life you navigate a wiser itinerary - often allowed by the immense complexity, disorder and lack of control of the larger society - and colonize steadily and purposefully - your personal life-space with the private choices and deeds of justice and kindness and beauty which are in our power, the world as you live it and as you enjoy it during your life-time, that is your personal world, can be much better than the one given to everybody and in general.
You do not inhabit the whole Universe where we are nothing and where we count for naught - that is the point of view of the stars and statistics, not ours - and you do not participate in the entire misery of the world as you are mislead to believe by the endless flow of bad news and harangue with which you are inundated. It is not your duty to serve grand processes of progress, nor be responsible for the whole world. You do not live in History, where all the horrible things have plenty of time to have happened and to happen again.
You exist in your humble, much smaller universe of things and people you meet and know, bounded in space and in years, a niche where you can interpret things by your understanding and do things within your ability, where you count a lot, personally, by attitude and by choice. This is where you are responsible and capable of acting. Your life-story is an end-game at which you can occasionally cheat even History, in which much of what happens to you is because of you (and that much is enough).
The number of really significant people you engage in some sixty active years can be counted on fingers, like the bedside books you can read. The number of decisive critical events to cope with in one person's life is in fact amazingly limited; thus, the choices you make, your wins and losses are as crucial as they are personal.
Moreover, your past, accumulated, cannot be taken away from you whatever befalls; and in time, your past is growingly the irrevocable, achieved substance and reality of your biography; year after year, you become your past. What you did and lived becomes the real, verified world in which you lived, each piece counts. You have good reason to select, as actively as you can, the content that gets into your treasure-chest of biography.
You live in fact in the “milieu” of a sphere, an existential bubble an “Umwelt” of awareness and conduct which you carry with you like a snail shell, wherever you go.
In your bubble, what you know and believe represents the world as lived by you; a limited number of events take place, a limited number of human relations take the time, a limited number of deeds builds up who you are; the sum of them all is the reality and the quality of your life.
Your relatives and friends are a handful, irreplaceable. At forty you may have already recorded about half of all your notable experiences with the World; an irrevocable record you will carry for reference, to the end. In your invisible bubble, one person, one action, one testimony, one feeling count greatly; they are not dissolved in the swarming and wriggling statistics of humanity. They are not relative, nor passing. They are your personal world.
In this bubble you can shelter purposefully and artificially things most unusual, idealistic, fragile and impossible for the custom and prejudice around you; you can give a dog the a dream-life where everybody's aim is to love and nourish him; you can give your friends a world where they can trust a friend; you can give your child a childhood where he is the centre of the world and where kindness exists.
In your bubble, some commonsense goodness, sincerity and beauty, are quite possible or at least some fairness and some justice - simply because you value and practice these things – even secretly if you must - with no need to be allowed, approved or rewarded. Were the world heading into yet another bad time of History, your bubble can still be an underground reservation of goodness and beauty, preserving from extinction that which you value, as we preserve the last tigers in a zoo.
It is in your power to choose an eye for an eye or turning the other cheek - that will be your world.
It is here in your microcosm that gratitude exists if you show it and it is here that if you are a friend, you will have a serious chance to have friends.
Be polite and your world will be more polite, certainly more civil and easier to live than the venomous unforgiving world of the pushy and the paranoid, convicted to live their life as meanly as they are.
Miraculously, a good part of the human world, said to be “material and factual”, is dependent on how we suppose it to be and how we appear to it; many people are with you as you come up to them, as you make them be, as you believe them to be. This is why if the whole world smells fish, you must wash your nose.
Yes, humans can do things, build things, make things be true, simply because so they prefer. In my life I found repeatedly that I was treated kindly and saved from danger - most unexpectedly - by people who had no interest in me or even by people known to be bad, attended to generously by persons who did not expect return and dealt with justly by doubtful individuals. The opposite was also true.
I witness with my experience that goodness is reliable. Friends for life did not betray me, with one pathetic (and after all minor) exception; could I have survived without my kin? No. Strangely, I was able to give much more to complete strangers than to those I owe gratitude. That spontaneous goodness, that luxurious "softness" in a "tough" world, the fact that I feel sorry for myself and therefore I also feel sorry for other beings, those free and arbitrary acts of help, care and justice, may have entitled me to keep receiving all the unmerited support which I am given. Without that, if still alive, I would live bankrupt inside, an insolvent debtor, forever guilty and dishonourable.
There certainly emerges some goodness in the world whenever you do something good or fair or right. Even the vicious pay to virtue the compliment of hypocrisy.
Be kind and lo! Kindness is born again from the ashes, like the Phoenix bird! Smile to one and good will sprouts through the dry crust of indifference.
There is trust in the world if you start trusting people whenever you reasonably can; distrust and you live forever the prisoner's dilemma.
As you kept doing these good things, as if by magic, you grow entitled in your soul to expect the same from other people, without abusing them. Indulge thus in random acts of kindness. Let me insist; for those who cannot understand my words life is bitter and poisoned forever. They will find only what they expect to find.
Maybe you are disappointed by the lack of recognition for your compassion and justice and generosity. This is because you assume a reward from other people when in fact the reward comes from yourself, as self-respect. You do not even need to be an altruist to be good; it is in your own egoistic interest. When you do good, you feel good and become better; is that luxury not enough?
On the other hand there is still some justice there outside, eternally reborn in the wider world, at least because action begets reaction, fullness empties and emptiness fills sooner or later. Other people can be as good as you.
Everything is paid in some way, usually through its own effects in time. Things carry their justice in their nature.
All extremes and exaggerations fall prey, sooner or later, to their dysfunctional absurdity contrary to the balance of life and common sense. What swells too much bursts.
What you stretch too much breaks. As you sow, so you reap. What you do not use rusts. What you buy cheap is cheap. Easy come easy go. Who seeds wind will harvest storm. What goes around comes around.
Boring wisdom; so true that it seems worn out. Patience to wait by the riverside helps all this to become your reality...
Certainly there is a time for everything; all I claim does not replace doing what humans must do in their times, swimming in order not to drown, winning some whenever you can, defending yourself with a firm hand and learning to lose some without losing heart.
In essence you are amazingly free to determine what places you visit from this wide, mad world, who you are and what your lived world was made of.
In one hundred occasions there may be ninety-nine when you don’t have much choice; but there is always one when you can choose freely to be good and beautiful or at least just. That one choice decides who you are. That one decides the answer:
Is there justice in the world? Does goodness exist?
 in Arthur Schopenhauer , The Wisdom of Life and Other Essays, tr. B. Saunders and E. B. Bax, Dunne, Washington and London
The original: « Nous laisserons, vous et moi, madame, ce monde-ci aussi sot, aussi méchant que nous l'avons trouvé en y arrivant… » « Lettre à Madame la comtesse de Lutzelbourg », dans Œuvres complètes de Voltaire, éd. Garnier frères, 1877, vol. 40, 19 mars 1760, lettre 4074, p. 332
 This notion, Umwelt – the life space or surrounding formed by our world of the known and world of action is crucial to the way we understand a being in its world is due to the work of Jakob von Uexküll. Uexküll’s books and political views are dated but his genius is alive. This alternative of exploring the actual subjective reality of persons is recently revived. See for example Carlo Brentari, Jakob von Uexküll, The Discovery of the Umwelt between Biosemiotics and Theoretical Biology, Springer Dordrecht.., 2015