How are you supposed to care about someone close to you and not want to give what-for to those who make them miserable?
How am I supposed to feel the need to care for lonely and mistreated orphans without becoming depressed and sick and overwhelmed at the conditions they are in?
How are you supposed to befriend a person who is not meeting their potential without becoming frustrated at their lack of concern about that fact?
How are we supposed to stand up for what’s right when it brings to light so many evidences of what’s wrong?
How am I supposed to invest my life in others only to be made vulnerable enough to be hurt deeply?
Balance is hard. I’m a fixer. I need to correct wrongs and make things better. Right. But it’s not always (or even usually) up to me.
It has really been heavy on me lately that in working on myself in a variety of ways, learning to feel more and DO more for people who are in need, that I seem to have a consistent upset about it. The urgency is good. It’s motivating. The need is there. But the discomfort that can come with a real look at that need is hard to swallow.