Dreams full of caring.

One can’t care about any and everything. Impossible. Unwise, too. Because an overload of caring can be detrimental to one’s health. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. I know care-givers that care too much. They are burdened by cares.  And they start wishing that they didn’t have to always be caring. But still, they proceed. Caring. Caring. Caring endlessly. Like saints. Maybe that’s what they are.  But I wonder, if to survive, the saints learn acceptance. Enough to put caring on hold. For a few minutes. For a few days. Maybe only in blessed sleep. In unconsciousness. But I suspect that even then, they have dreams full of caring. –Jim Broede