This, from Anne Morrow Lindbergh's Gift from the Sea, really spoke to me (and speaks for me):
are asked today to feel compassionately for everyone in the world; to
digest intellectually all the information spread out in public print;
and to implement in action every ethical impulse aroused by our hearts
and minds. The interrelatedness of the world links us constantly with
more people ... It is good, I think, for our hearts, our minds, our
imaginations to be stretched, but body, nerve, endurance and life-span
are not as elastic. My life cannot implement in action the demands of
all the people to whom my heart responds. ... We were brought up in a
tradition that has now become impossible, for we have extended our
circle throughout space and time."
And she wrote that before the internet brought the world to our fingertips!
grapple, often guiltily, with the reality that I cannot read every
story that matters; cannot give to every worthy charity whose aims I
support; cannot feed every hungry person. I cannot learn about every
subject that interests me and cannot even inform myself, as a citizen,
as deeply as I would like about every single issue I think I should know
about. I could work 24/7 and never satisfy the tiniest fraction of the
"shoulds," "ought to's," and, "want to's."
I must do what I can for the people and the causes in front of me. I do my best.
Which reminds me of this starfish story. As in: There are so many starfish, but at least I'll reach the ones I can.