The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it

On the one hand I feel myself drawn to Hume's sensitivity of taste and a desire to know the value of good company. On the other, I only wish that someone could teach me again the simple childhood innocence which indiscriminately pronounces all which it sees to be good and beautiful. A bright world of gaudy colours and personalities, all interweaving to form the kaleidoscope of desires and motivations that makes us human. Each day, I discover more and more what it is that I like and am like; yet each day I betray further and further the founding principles on which my world is built. Should humanity embrace all the good, however miniscule, which resides in everybody and everything. Or should we instead learn to ciphon out the "good" from the bad, reject what is impure and aim towards ultimate good.