He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

I’ve been trying to find the right words, nice words, to say what I want to say in this post. Attempts at editing my feelings have proved futile, and on top of everything else that I’m juggling at the moment, I no longer care to find a polite way to question what the actual fuck is wrong with human beings these days. Seriously, how hard is it to be kind?

We are surrounded by people who desperately need our help. People whose lives have been decimated by natural disasters. People who are fighting the demons in their heads every minute of every day. People who work and work and work yet struggle to put food on the table. People who are terminally ill. People who have nowhere to live. How can these issues be endlessly debated and politicized while people suffer??

Kindness shouldn’t be relegated to canned foods, bottled water, monetary donations, and showy Instagram posts. Sometimes, we really have to inconvenience ourselves to make someone else’s existence a little less like hell. A room in your house, a meal with your family, a hug, a sympathetic ear… All it takes is for each one of us to selflessly reach out to ONE other person.

Remember, he ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.



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