Last of a Dying Breed

I am the last of a dying breed.
The extinction has begun and I am the sole survivor.
This genocide is not against a race, species, or belief.
The ideal citizens of society are being destroyed.

We were the authors of happiness.
We were the wise men who happily gave advice, asking nothing in return.
We gave up everything to see the people we cared about happy.
But no longer. Now, I am left alone.
Left to assume the burden of all those who were like me.

Now, I'm left alone.
Now, I do the caring.
Now, I give the advice.
Now, I sort out the priorities.
Now, I'm the one who hopes.
I am the one who dreams.
I am the one with the logic.
I am the one with half a head on his shoulders.
I am the one who has to bear this burden.

Why is it so easy for me to distinguish between right and wrong?
Fair and unfair?
Smart and stupid?
Most people spend their lives trying to learn the difference.
Many people give up and the others fail...miserably.
It's so clear to me.

I'm alone in this struggle.