Who put the pressure of saving the world on my shoulders?

I’m not saying I’ve even made a dent on the entire world’s problems. I’m also not saying that I’ve made a great effort to make the world better than what it was when I first arrived.

Since the day I was a kid, I’ve always felt like being the kid that was supposed to mediate everything and put a smile on most people’s faces. If something was wrong, it was my duty to put my issues to the side and instantly help.

I wasn’t always this way, but somewhere along the line, I started figuring out how perception is a bitch. You never are going to be able to understand the viewpoint of everyone else. That means that you won’t ever be able to understand what everyone else feels when they do something that may upset you. How often has it happened that I receive pretty lousy service at the store or a restaurant, and the first thing I want to do is give them a generous tip or a random compliment? Too many times to count.

If I could drop everything to turn around someone’s day, I promise you that at this point, I would do that.

Karma has had a bizarre relationship with me, and Karma tends to visit me fairly quickly whenever she feels I need a visit.

For example, I’ll never forget one of the first times that I ever honked at someone for some rather strange driving. I passed the car up and guess what I saw? An older lady who looked like my favorite teacher ever from second grade. That made my chest hurt instantly. The universe does a lot of weird shit, I’ve experienced a lot of this odd shit myself.

I guess maybe the universe and karma work hand in hand to make sure you’re keeping your eyes open to all that shit you should be paying attention to. All these signs have me confused because I’m not sure how I can do my part to do better. I think I’m always told that I do much less.

So, who the heck put this much pressure on me to figure all this shit out?