When I see people whom I love in pain… I cannot help but wish that I had the superpower to take it all away and make them feel better. Instead I find myself powerless. I cannot express how much this bothers me. I wish that I wasn’t a mere human on days like today… days when loved ones pass away… days when accidents happen… days where depression sneaks into the lives of the innocent… days that those whom I love are hurting. I want to have a magical wand and wave it over their head ABRACADABRA! POOF… sadness fades and happiness is there to stay. I wish I could at least give them a peace… even if it was a peace that couldn’t be understood. But I am human and that is not something I am capable of. So I grieve with them. I cry with them. I love them. I try to hold them in my arms, I try to embrace them by loving them without trying to fix it. No words have to be said… a silent understanding… some with tears…. some as dry as the hot summer desert. Sometimes silence can be just as comforting. And if they talk I will listen. My opinion isn’t needed at times like these. I will just listen. And if they don’t want to talk about it… if they want to talk about anything else. I’m okay with that too. I will be goofy and embarrass myself in the process of trying to make them laugh… even if it’s just for a second. I wish I could let them know how much I care. I wish I could let them know just how much I’m here. It’s complex though isn’t it? Would they even recognize my sincerity? Would they realize that I honestly and truly care? Would they know that it’s not pity but rather empathy. I don’t know. Hmmm… some days I really wish that I was a superhero.
