Sometimes, when I am completely fed up with people and really want not to be, I remind myself that everyone was once a baby. That overly-opinionated and extremely rude customer – baby, the shockingly overweight person snarfing fast food racking up healthcare bills practically visibly – baby, the wretched-looking street person talking to the air and twitching nervously – baby. They didn’t start out that way. They too were once a tiny-pound bundle of nothing but innocence and joy. Sometimes that helps.
And sometimes there is nothing I can do the stem the tide of my heart breaking in anguish to see how much suffering everyone weighs themselves down with. There is so much. It is so overwhelming sometimes and I want to be able to fix it and I don’t know how.