Is it normal to feel so bad because the world is so cruel?

Is it normal to be overwhelmed by painful visions of cruelty in the world, even when it never happens to you, directly? Too many things get under my skin. I can't help but dwell on the reality of misery in the world. Doesn't matter if I'm having a near perfect life. In fact, that makes me feel helpless. I love and hate more intensely. I might spend excessive hours brooding on things I can't conceivably change. We're in this life that's identical to the final hour on the Titanic. Doomed. Tomorrow I know I will see something tragic again. Helpless again. That will burn in my mind for hours and days, quietly, as I fake a surface confection kind of nonchalance. My misery is secretive. This world rips apart my once innocent soul.