It Makes Me So Sad
Hugs make the world go around. So let it be written. (3/2005; ultra short)
She said, “The world doesn’t run on love.”
Why did she have to go and say something like that? It makes me so sad.
I don’t even really know what she meant, and it still makes me so sad.
She’s drawn to the proverbial stray dog in need of help. Hers is a crooked, cockeyed, scrawny fellow. Hers is the pudgy eight-year-old boy with acne. The old man practically blind in both eyes. The shy, skinny girl lacking self-confidence. She says her purpose in life is to help people. And yet, in so many ways, she’s the stray. She’s the one in need of help, or a hug, or someone to say, “You’re good enough.”
Why doesn’t she realize that it’s okay to need a hug? It makes me so sad.
She feels so deeply, yet denies it, denies her feelings. She seems unwilling to admit her emotions, that stupid people wear her down, that working 20-hour days seven days a week for months on end affects even a modern day Wonder Woman like her. It makes me so sad.
I haven’t seen my Dad but a handful of times over the past twenty years, and not at all for over two. But if I could choose between bringing my Dad back into my life, or bringing hers back into her life, it is a no-brainer. She doesn’t talk about him much, but when she does, it is easy to tell that he meant the world to her, and that she misses him. It makes me so sad.
One of my favorite books, “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand, contains the following passage:
“If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders—what would you tell him to do?”
And the answer:
So shrug, damn you. Realize the world’s burdens are not yours to carry, certainly not alone. Realize that putting one’s self ahead of the needs of others – at least occasionally – is a human thing to do.
So shrug and take my sadness away.
So hug – your husband, your closest friends, anyone – and take my sadness away.