Many people in my world are hurting these days. Unfortunately, there’s not much I can do help them. I also realize they are representative of many more people who feel the same way.
I have friends who are writing their final wishes, who are struggling with work situations that seem impossible, and who are just downright lonely. Even though I want to help, I can’t.
I can help form the sentences that convey the final wishes, but I can’t address the underlying concerns – the reason that needs to be done soon. I can suggest ways to talk to a boss, but I am not the one living through the degrading ways people use power and the devastating effects it has a person’s psyche. I can offer encouraging words or suggest a gathering, but I can’t really address a loneliness that has settled into your bones and makes you feel hopeless.
The last couple of weeks, I’ve been stunned at how affected I am by seeing others suffer. I think it’s that I feel so helpless, yet desperately want to do something. But sometimes all I can think of to do is acknowledge the situation and say, “I’m sorry you’re going through this.”
I am continually reminded, in a hundred different ways, of what a charmed existence I lead. I wish others could experience the same joy and gratitude on a regular basis.