Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you Coldplay says it best. But the fact of the matter is, we can't "fix" the ones we love. I can't call up God or my friend's doctor or my mom's doctor or the ridiculous people where my dad works and make them STOP doing things that hurt these wonderful people.
I can't solve the problem with less caffeine or more sleep. Even shopping won't fix what doctors haven't yet diagnosed. Time spent together is wonderful, and it's what I can do. But no matter how much time I give, it won't be the right antibiotic or the best radiologist money can buy to get that scan just right.
I want to step in and just make everybody better. I want to buy origami paper when the man I love buys a book about origami paper folding. I want to bring home a book about menopause when my mom gets hot flashes. I want to send links to credit report sites when my best friend is looking for a new apartment. I want to help, help, help, help.
And oftentimes, my need to help isn't entirely selfless. I can't say that I do these things entirely for myself, but I also can't say that I don't appreciate the positive reactions I receive. Being told I'm loving and caring does wonders for my soul.
But I can't fix everything. I can just be here. I can give what I can, but I can't save the world, try though I might.