I can't stand to see others in pain. Whenever I do, I feel the overwhelming need to help them; to fix whatever has been broken.
It's difficult to explain. I guess the closest I can describe it is an super strong empathy and sympathy. My compassion levels are through the roof.
A lot of people say that they feel strongly, too; they care and hurt when others hurt. And I'm not disagreeing with those. But for me, if I see someone in pain and I don't act on it... I become flooded with waves of guilt. I've cried myself to sleep countless nights over it because I feel completely and utterly helpless.
I hate the phrase 'ignorance is bliss'. For me, ignorance is not bliss. It never has been; because now that I know... there is no turning back. I cannot unseen what I've seen, I cannot unhear what I've heard, and I cannot undo what I haven't done.
Because I know what goes on outside the comforts of my life, I feel responsible. Guilty. To assuage that guilt I try to save the world.
And the hard part of trying to save the world...
is accepting the fact that I can't.