I don’t know what to write tonight. Maybe the rest of the world is right. Maybe compassion doesn’t exist. Maybe I just wanted it to be there, everywhere, because I so desperately didn’t want to be alone in believing that compassion can change the world.
But the most compassionate person in the world, dropped into a tank of sharks, will still be ripped to shreds.
“Never use anyone to dilute your own loneliness.”
I read that in a blog tonight. It was a quote in their blog without credit, so I have no credit to give. But it’s a brilliant piece of advice more people need to follow.
I’ve been used that way. Multiple times. Honestly, I’m tired of it. I’m done trusting. I’m done with compassion. I’m done caring. I’m done trying. I’m done helping. I’m done appreciating. I’m done …
I’m only a person … faults and all. I break. I hurt. I feel. And I’m broken.