Between 'Caring' and 'Being Too Sensitive'

I find myself in constant inner debate over how much concern
and involvement is too much, and even questioning how much
of an actual impact activism and public discourse really has.

"The world is the same way it's always been, and the same way
it will always be," I remind myself. "How much good am I doing
fighting against monoliths?" Especially when sometimes the only
outcome seems my added stress and upset over wrongdoings to
others.

Where do we draw the line between 'comcern' and 'distress?'

I do try and pick my battles. It's one thing to be informed, but these
days there's so much wrong-doing that just keeping abreast is a full
time job. And there really is only so much that can be reasonably done.
But trying to muster public support against an unpopular position seems
an easy thing to do, especially with social media's efforts, and is a far
easier assault to launch than picketing or petitioning door to door.

My biggest focus of interest tends to be the vulnerable--those who either
can't (or are unlikely to) defend themselves, like children, the elderly, the
ostracised, etc.  However, since that's who cowards and losers target in
their efforts to debase and swindle and abuse, that's an ongoing effort.

I recognize that what I can do may be severely limited. I know there are
only so many hours in a day. And I know that I can't allow the reality of
abuse and injustice to steal my own small measure of joy or peace.

But if I don't do what small amount I can from my corner of the world,
and IN my corner of the world, then I would truly be despondent.