We are not here to fix each other.

I couldn’t. I can’t. And more importantly, I shouldn’t. It isn’t for me to do.

We look at the drive to save the world as something noble or heroic, and maybe it is to a certain extent. We look at the idea of healing the world, and set out on a quest to save the world, but I think we often get it wrong.

I’ve been getting it wrong for years.

If I look at you and see your sadness, I can’t cover it or make it go away. I cannot fix you.

There is no magical place where everyone is happy and whole. But this isn’t the end of the story. This is the place where cynics give up hope and decide that all is futile. But I’m not always cynic. I believe we are hard-wired to care for each other.

Some say that if there was a place to get to where everyone was happy and whole, we’d stop making art or music. But I think there would be so much music. There indeed would be nothing left to write about but just because we could not stop to put it down. And our struggle now here is where we find the beauty.

People aren’t problems to solve. It’s not my job to fix anyone, but to love them. When our heart breaks, the point is not to reach out to each other and patch it closed again, but instead to fill each other. We don’t need to pretend each other’s darkness doesn’t exist or push it away.

And so I’m done. I am not a hero; I cannot fix you. I am not strong; I cannot save you. I am weak. I cannot melt the frozen or fix broken places in you. I am insufficient; I cannot heal your pain. But I have hope, because I can do much more than that. I can love you. But you’re nothing but a dummy.

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