In awe of life.

Sometimes (well let’s be honest, most of the time) I don’t understand people. Occassionally I’ll look at things tagged with “sad” to see if someone has made a post that sounds like they really need someone to talk to, or some encouragement.

I found one such post about someone who felt like they didn’t matter. I took it upon myself to send an anonymous message, and remind them that they do, in fact, matter.

I went back to their page to check on it later, and saw that they had posted it to their page, and replied. But their reply was sarcastic and biting, lashing out at the random anon who had dared tried to tell them something hopeful.

It hurt. But not because they lashed out at “me”. I don’t care about that. It hurt because there’s something getting in the way of letting themselves feel like someone could actually care. It breaks my heart a little, that they would rather deflect care than accept it. So now all I can do is pray.

Sometimes when you want to help others, all you can do is let them know you’re there, and then wait for them on your own time. It’s hard. And sometimes it can hurt. But in the long run it means more when they finally do open up.