A few years before the First World War a British newspaper published an article bearing the above title. Shortly thereafter the following letter to the editor appeared:
“Dear Sir: Regarding your article ‘What’s Wrong with the World?’ I am. Yours truly,” ― G.K. Chesterton
Chesterton later expanded on that thought, saying:
“In one sense, and that the eternal sense, the thing is plain. The answer to the question, ‘What is wrong?’ is, or should be, ‘I am wrong’. Until a man can give that answer his idealism is only a hobby!”
Now, I may see clearly, or believe I do, that other people are what is wrong with the world. In which case, all my attempts to fix what is wrong with the world will end in futility and frustration. But if I am able to honestly answer, as Chesterton did, that I am what is wrong with the world, then there is something I can do, and need to do. And then there is hope.