If you had a theme song, I think this would be it.
You look at the world, head cocked to one side, as if it were a problem to be fixed and it hurts you that you cannot fix it.
And you look at people with piercing eyes, worrying that they are broken and you cannot do a thing about it.
But the world is not yours to fix.
People are not yours to fix.
That burden is not yours and will never be.
But you try.
And that is enough.