Don't try to be a martyr sweetling. Just because you are privledged don't mean your compassion or feelings mean less. At least you are aware of your privledged status. The fact that you know how good you have it, means you aren't like the bureaucratic fat cats, sitting smugly on Capital Hill, with their empty illusions of how what they are doing is justified.
There was a quote from "Buffy" that I really like. "The hardest thing about life is to live it." Or something like that. I might just be just paraphrasing. You live. We all live. And what we must do now is not turn a blind eye to the events that are even now unfolding. We must not despair. Despair signals the end of the desire to go on. We need to go and fight all the harder to be heard. We need to hold one another and be there for one another. We need to somehow find the glory and the perfect tranquility in the most overlooked seemingly insignificant moments in our lives.
Today all around me I can't help but see the absolute majesty of my world. I'm in love with life and I want to believe that regardless of the evils of this war, life will continue to be worth living. All around me there are the echos of those in pain, suffering, and misery. That's the hardest thing to learn when you are somewhat empathic. You can't save them all. Somedays I forget and when I see someone hurt, if they let me close enought to realy feel and even understand their pain then I want to take it from them. "I'm better able to shoulder this burden for you, I think. "I know how to suffer and I should spare you because it will hurt me less to feel what you feel, then it will to have to watch you struggle with it." Heck, there are days I can't even save myself. But I have such unbridled love in my heart if only I remember to look and see that it is there, always. The simplest things bring me a ridiculous amount of joy. Today it was pancakes. Ro, had limited amounts of time and still he insisted on making me pancakes. And so I proceeded to do the happy-super-bouncy pancake dance in our kitchen.
The best thing that you can do is find a way to bring your loved ones as much beauty and rapture as you can manage. Burn beautiful and bright. Reach out to those who would accept your help.
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Don't give up . . .
Date: 2003-03-21 12:59 pm (UTC)Don't try to be a martyr sweetling.
Just because you are privledged don't mean your compassion or feelings mean less. At least you are aware of your privledged status. The fact that you know how good you have it, means you aren't like the bureaucratic fat cats, sitting smugly on Capital Hill, with their empty illusions of how what they are doing is justified.
There was a quote from "Buffy" that I really like.
"The hardest thing about life is to live it." Or something like that. I might just be just paraphrasing.
You live. We all live. And what we must do now is not turn a blind eye to the events that are even now unfolding.
We must not despair. Despair signals the end of the desire to go on. We need to go and fight all the harder to be heard. We need to hold one another and be there for one another. We need to somehow find the glory and the perfect tranquility in the most overlooked seemingly insignificant moments in our lives.
Today all around me I can't help but see the absolute majesty of my world. I'm in love with life and I want to believe that regardless of the evils of this war, life will continue to be worth living. All around me there are the echos of those in pain, suffering, and misery. That's the hardest thing to learn when you are somewhat empathic. You can't save them all. Somedays I forget and when I see someone hurt, if they let me close enought to realy feel and even understand their pain then I want to take it from them. "I'm better able to shoulder this burden for you, I think. "I know how to suffer and I should spare you because it will hurt me less to feel what you feel, then it will to have to watch you struggle with it." Heck, there are days I can't even save myself. But I have such unbridled love in my heart if only I remember to look and see that it is there, always. The simplest things bring me a ridiculous amount of joy.
Today it was pancakes. Ro, had limited amounts of time and still he insisted on making me pancakes. And so I proceeded to do the happy-super-bouncy pancake dance in our kitchen.
The best thing that you can do is find a way to bring your loved ones as much beauty and rapture as you can manage.
Burn beautiful and bright. Reach out to those who would accept your help.
Hang in there.