It's true. I have increasingly become more and more cynical and I hate it.
It's because I am, at the same time, an idealist; this is an odd balance, I know.
To be honest I find it extremely frustrating, and I know I'm not the only one, thankfully. Recently, at my wedding, I was having a conversation with one of my groomsmen who had just graduated from grad school, essentially a seminary, with a degree in counseling. He said that he has increasingly become, like myself, a cynic, and also like me, hates it. It's a very frustrating view to have on life, the world and everyone you know. And yet, neither he or I can seem to fight it.
It seems like a loss of innocence or naivete, but I wouldn't call it that; I think it is more so the loss of ignorance and the frustrations that come when finite hopes become infinitely impossible to realize. I do still have hope, but I know that, in all likelihood, they will remain only hope and never become a reality.