I want to protect everyone but, I know that's not going to happen.
It's impossible to save everyone.
So why do I keep believing that I can?
It's because I'm naive enough to believe that there's a happy ending for everyone.
That no one deserves to suffer; even if they do deserve it.
That everyone is actually innocent if you'd just listen to their entire story & realize that causes & effects/affects don't seem to end; linking on from another story to the next.
I always wondered why I think this way.
Sometimes I'd wish that it would be best to just didn't care at all so, that I wouldn't have to feel the pain & sadness of them.
To be selfish.
I'm glad that I care.
I can't describe this feeling of selflessness.
I'd say it feels great but, great doesn't seem to fit in perfectly.
Are there no words to describe this feeling?
I'm just one person.
I can't save, help, or protect everyone.
I'm just a small petty person.
With a big heart.