Sinking.

I can't save the world. I'm not capable of helping everyone. I don't have the ability to make a significant positive difference to every one I meet. But those close to me? Those I love so much? Why can't I at the very least help them?

I'm picturing an ocean right now. An ocean with little ships all around one another. There's a pretty big problem though. They're all sinking and I've never learned how to swim.

I'm trying to figure out exactly what I'm feeling. I'm doing my best to pinpoint my emotions. Because everything I feel is conflicting. Thing is, I'm sinking too. But I don't want to be saved when I can't save any of you.