He struggles and bleeds as he hangs from his cross

I got the most unexpected note today-as a response to my anger ball diatribe- and I was reminded that there are more angry young men (actually used as a non-gender specific term that) than my little frame of the world might be able to accept.
Some people are working for something that is much more difficult to attain than what I'm working towards. Like my sister, like the person that wrote to me and the other people I know with much bigger dreams...Bigger than unseating those dratted Sedaris siblings? Really now-why be simple or act innocent? I want fame too, fortune less so, but fame I want-I admit it. I want to be a cult hero. It is my life goal. Is that so much to ask?
What I am reminded of is that there are people, a lot of people because I am blessed, that care what happens to me and I realize that I am lucky because I have these people in my life and to remind me of humanity and goodness. NO one has to care about anyone else, but people do and I do (care about other people) that's what keeps away nihilism and explains why we as humans are usually unable to accept that there is nothing in which to believe. I am not sure I understand the way people are willing to reach out to others-but I have seen it, and have done it. Perhaps it isn't something to be understood as much as these actions are to be accepted blindly.
Because That.Is.Faith.