Today I feel powerless to the many things that are spinning out of my control. See, my problem is that I’ve always been a fixer. I’ve always thought that if I took enough time, enough love, enough thought, enough effort, I could fix everything that was broken. Even if it was irreparably broken.
Maybe that’s my biggest flaw, thinking I can love something into healing.
So as I watch the people I love dizzy themselves with raised voices and words like knives, I stand somewhere in the vortex, thinking that my one voice, my one heart can change what it simply cannot.
But I cannot.
And it breaks my heart.