Don't Forget the Stars

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Did I let you down? Did I break a sweat? Did I hold onto something That I hadn’t planned yet

Was I open or closed To something new Or was I just stuck Without a clue

Am I just paper thin Am I just giving in Am I just, just

I’m kind of over being Over simple Im kind of over being Such a quitter

I’m gonna do my hair But I won’t go anywhere Stay inside Try to find more time

Did I let me down? Did I have a clue? Did I get stuck On something new?

Did I forget to remember Why I’m even here Or was I too naive That I disappeared

“Take more time for me” Thats what I’d say But leave time for me Every single day?

Am I open or closed To something new? Did I re-write a start Etched in like a tattoo?

No, no This is for me I’m finding who I want to be No, no You don’t have a clue This is for me

I know that another fish might eat this bullfrog right after I spend months rehabilitating it.

I know that turning a beetle back onto its legs won’t save it from falling over again when I walk away.

I know that there is no cosmic reward waiting for my soul based on how many worms I pick off a hot sidewalk to put into the mud, or how many times I’ve helped a a raccoon climb out of a too-deep trashcan. 

I know things suffer, and things struggle, and things die uselessly all day long. I’m young and idealistic, but I’m not literally a child. I would never judge another person for walking by an injured bird, for ignoring a worm, or for not really caring about the fate of a frog in a pond full of, y’know, plenty of other frogs.

There is nothing wrong with that.

But I cannot cannot cannot look at something struggling and ignore it if I may have the power to help.

There is so much bad stuff in this world so far beyond my control, that I take comfort in the smallest, most thankless tasks. It’s a relief to say “I can help you in this moment,” even though they don’t understand.

I don’t need a devil’s advocate to tell me another fish probably ate that frog when I let it go, or that the raccoon probably ended up trapped in another dumpster the next night.

I know!!!! I know!!!!!!! But today I had the power to help! So I did! And it made me happy!

There was a big storm and a ton of starfish were washed onto the beach, stranded much further up than they could get back and beginning to bake in the post-storm sunshine. A little girl was walking down the beach, picking up starfish and throwing them back into the sea. Some guy comes up and asks her what she’s doing. “Saving the starfish,” she says.

He looks around at the huge beach and the hundreds of starfish, and says “You can’t possibly save them all. I’m afraid you’re not gonna make much of a difference.”