Fix It

Maybe I am too sensitive.
As a kid I hated crowded places. All those people with seething emotions was overwhelming.
As I grew older I found ways to deal with all the anger, the sadness, the pain in the world.
I drank. I took drugs. I voraciously watched movies and read just about anything to push it away. To distance myself, to not feel all the world's pain.
It's taken me years to realize one thing; we are NOT here to fix each other.
Seeing someone I care about in pain ripped me apart inside, and I wanted to some how make it better.
But I couldn't. I can't. And more importantly, I shouldn't. It isn't for me to do.
But I'm not a cinic. I believe we are hard-wired to care for each other.
If there was a place where everyone was perfectly happy & whole, we'd stop making art. There would be no music. There would be nothing left to write about.
The struggle is where we find the beauty.
People aren't problems to be solved. It's not my job to fix anyone.
We don't need to pretend each other's darkness doesn't exist or push it away.
And so I'm done. I surrender. I am not a hero. I cannot melt the frozen, broken places in you. But I have hope because I can do much more than that.
I can love you.

Reviews

[lua]

these words hold so much emotion, one can become so fixated on 'fixing' things because humans are taught it's wrong to be sad, angry or pained, and then one becomes frustrated when they can't fix something that is a natural part of human life, it's so true that in the darkest times can come the greatest expression - art, music, writing, creating

[Tricia Mc]

Thank you 😊