It is good that we humans are not so jaded as to be numb to the worlds ills.

Few of us are, however, one-dimensional.   We have good days and not so good ones. There are things which push our nasty buttons, things which hurt us, times when we can cope ....

I sincerely believe that we each do the best we can at any given moment. The same person may write beautiful music, meaningful lyrics and then stuff we perceive as dreadful. And what one of us loves another may detest.
Tolstoy said it very well (please excuse Tolstoy as he predates PC language!)
:
"One of the most widespread superstitions is that
every man has his own special, definite qualities; that a
man is kind, cruel, wise, stupid, energetic, apathetic, etc.
Men are not like that . . . Men are like rivers; the water is
the same in each, and alike in all; but every river is narrow
here, is more rapid there, here slower, there broader, now
clear, now cold, now dull, now warm. It is the same with
men. Every man carries in himself the germs of every
human quality and sometimes one manifests itself,
sometimes another, and the man often becomes unlike
himself—while still remaining the same man."
— Leo Tolstoy

May we allow and respect ourselves and each of us in our human-ness.