… get super super sad when they see how fleeting life is?

I’ve been trying to take an approach like “Who is this person? What are they like when they feel safe?”

I’m noticing the sublime beauty in all kinds of everyday little things, what people are like when they’re truly being themselves, but the weirdest part is it feels like teetering on the edge of narcissistic collapse myself. Like… I just want to give the whole world a big hug and tell them how proud I am to see them shine. But it legitimately is like… feels like I’m cracking up. Like with Nietzsche hugging the beaten horse.

Idfk what to do. Everyone’s just trying their best. Everyone’s just wanting to be loved. I can’t handle it, I have to like will emotional callousness. If I wept I’d never stop.