Even though I’m just sitting at the good ol’ computer and looking at Tumblr, I feel very aware of my existence and of the world around me.
I’m crying for the innocence stolen from children who’ve done no wrong.
I’m feeling powerless in the face of a world full of suffering.
I’m feeling so exhausted even though I’ve done so little.
Oh, God, won’t You give me more time to spend on the things that matter? Won’t You be my strength?
Because I cannot even fathom doing this alone.