How can one be truly happy, with all that is going on in the world?
There’s so much hurt in the world and I cannot help all of humanity, all the animals, the earth. Someone once described me as “shell-shocked” years ago. I didn’t fully comprehend back then and only realised some time after that it was quite an apt description. They said it wasn’t my responsibility — to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. I hold the same perspective as I did back then. The amount of hurt is so much greater than I am; I, alone, cannot put an end to it. The problems are so much bigger than I am; I cannot solve them singlehandedly. But banding together with others and contributing to help is at least an effort to try making the world a better place, although with small steps at a time. If I’m not making an effort to help, then I’m contributing to the hurt and am worthless.
The future is bleak. The issues seem insurmountable. I admire those who still stand to fight. I commend their strength. I’m not one of the strong ones. I’m weak; a disappointment. I want to erase all traces of my existence on this planet. I don’t want to be a part of any of this.