Frustrated Expectations or Expectant Hope?

What is it with the expectation that life should be smooth, comfortable, and pleasing? More than fallacious thinking, we are failing ourselves and each other by refusing to come to terms with the pervasively broken, pain-filled and complex journey we share with both the suffering poor and the suffering differently wealthy, the marginally good and the delightfully evil, the heros who sin spectacularly and the corrupt who give so generously, the petty bureaucrat who will not hand you the next form to save his life, but in a crisis will put himself in harm's way to save your life.
It makes no sense at all while we are clinging to the myth of the frictionless ideal. But in the cold, dark, defiled wreckage of a creation at war with itself, the power, activity and intention of someone good can be glimpsed. Instead of the sullied norm, it becomes the glimmer of hope. Rather than the righteous cause which we battle to protect, it is our last chance, our only remaining foothold, the keystone without which all would crumble.
Thank God it all hasn't crumbled.