I desperately need to get out of my head and out of the insular world of weblogs. I need to hold the hand of someone who is lonely, help ease the pain of someone suffering. I need to see the raw flesh and scars of burn victims. I need to witness the mourning of someone who has lost someone they thought they couldn’t live without.

I need more than anything to teach someone to read. Or build a useful tool with my bare hands for someone without any. I need to sit for long spells and not think and not consume. I want to make someone laugh, someone who was hellbent on not cracking a smile. I want to make a little girl feel fantastically confident about something not involving how she looks.

I need to hear the cries of the hungry. I need to feed. I want to affect change.

But I’m afraid I’ll fuck it up.