I feel like my life is unraveling. Something is amiss, and I can't figure out what it is. My heart is filled with unrest, like there's something it needs from me, something I need to do but something that I am stubbornly not doing. The thing is, I want to make a difference, and no matter how hokey and cheesy and teenaged that sounds, it's exactly what I want.
That need I have, the need to put others first, to ease pain, to give hope is what makes it hard to read things like the following. Because The Need has to yield to geographic issues, scheduling difficulties, and Life in general, and so I donate money to shut up the yearning in my heart and the twitching in my hands to do something more, something better, something more practical.
It's been a year, and while people have joined hands and helped out, society as a whole seems to have failed.
Read this. And then, read the archives. And then, very possibly, weep.
Has the world always been this dark, or is it just that I'm old enough to be informed enough to be sad and jaded?