Every time you try fixing other’s problems, pride becomes the new problem. Let us call it a Savior’s mentality that becomes overblown. You may have your pet humanitarian projects… mine happen to be homeless women and children. My heart is ravished by their plight… but realistically i know my attempt to help is fruited by a few apples. I cannot carry a bushel when a peck is more than i can chew!
That hurts! What pains me even more are accusations of others who cannot possibly hear the ache creaking as i wallow in grief… no one wants to see endless pain… but who is the real culprit here? Those trying to better their lives or those willing to survive on eager means and hoping someone digs them out of misery? We all want pleasure… the ease of life. Is it right to rant against those who are able to enjoy life?
There are certainly those who have more than me. We all have problems. Even the richest person has to carry broken-down cars, fuel-guzzling planes and derailed trains. Who really carries the weight of this world?