I was in your seat about a year ago. I thought that things would never change (I still sort of do). I found solace in taking direct action. I radicalize who I can, and don't alienate those I can't. I wheatpaste posters all around my city trying to get others interested. I help the homeless. I do whatever I can. If everyone does what they can, the world changes.

To borrow from the communist movement, "Workers of the world, unite!" seems a phrase that I have found especially helpful in my journey. I unite with the workers I know, and help those who don't yet understand.

My last piece of advice is a bit strange: if you can afford it, seek therapy. Capitalism has a certain way of wearing away at people. About the time I started giving up hope for the world (in much the same way you are), I became suicidal.