no.
I have nothing to give you.
One Yes, you’re beautiful. You’re unique and lovely, and possibly brilliant. That doesn’t excuse your pretension in imagining you could save the world, or save anybody. You cannot save someone. They do it themselves. Your youth does not excuse your arrogance. If it’s the first thing people hear about you, it’s the first they’ll comment on, especially if you act it. Saying you feel older than you are makes you sound even younger. You don’t know everybody. We have our own wounds, our own healings, and to pretend that you know anyone’s as intimately as you know your own is insulting. You cannot teach healing; it is learnt. Two You are not the only person in the world with depression, despair and loneliness. Most of us know them. Many of us have struggled. We all lean, but you cannot lean indiscriminately and act surprised when a rotten post collapses, or a rickety fence will not hold you. It is nobody’s job to catch you when you fall. Have you caught? Have you carried? Most people cannot carry long, and none can heal others. You set yourself up for failure if you expect it. Your hunger is a cancer. The more I feed it, the more it will grow. If you will not address it, no one else can soothe it, smooth it away. It is yours; not a curse but a condition, one that cannot be transcended but adapted. I am no balm. If I run to succor you, it will not not set you aright. Like a tree blown over, you are unlikely to benefit from being propped up. You will have to grow in the direction you have found yourself.
One Yes, you’re beautiful. You’re unique and lovely, and possibly brilliant. That doesn’t excuse your pretension in imagining you could save the world, or save anybody. You cannot save someone. They do it themselves. Your youth does not excuse your arrogance. If it’s the first thing people hear about you, it’s the first they’ll comment on, especially if you act it. Saying you feel older than you are makes you sound even younger. You don’t know everybody. We have our own wounds, our own healings, and to pretend that you know anyone’s as intimately as you know your own is insulting. You cannot teach healing; it is learnt. Two You are not the only person in the world with depression, despair and loneliness. Most of us know them. Many of us have struggled. We all lean, but you cannot lean indiscriminately and act surprised when a rotten post collapses, or a rickety fence will not hold you. It is nobody’s job to catch you when you fall. Have you caught? Have you carried? Most people cannot carry long, and none can heal others. You set yourself up for failure if you expect it. Your hunger is a cancer. The more I feed it, the more it will grow. If you will not address it, no one else can soothe it, smooth it away. It is yours; not a curse but a condition, one that cannot be transcended but adapted. I am no balm. If I run to succor you, it will not not set you aright. Like a tree blown over, you are unlikely to benefit from being propped up. You will have to grow in the direction you have found yourself.
I have given before. I have given until it hurts, and it did no one good. I am not for your taking. If you cannot grasp the fruit that is your life, I will not pluck it for you.