The Collector

How is it that in a world where lies, hate, deceit, love, tranquility, and friendship I have been chose. Not to take action or stir the seas but only listen. I have been given the task of listening to people and their inner voices. words, ideas, thoughts that can change lives, ruin families, alienate others, and yet sights and emotions that can bring people closer. If ignorance is bliss i wish to bleed from my ears. How can I be the listener to the worlds problems and yet unable to understand mine, let alone speak of them out loud. I assure you my actions and intentions are meaningless at the moment of conception. It is only after, that these ideas and stray comments are bottled and stored. Yet i fear that some may be broken by chance or the swing of my hand.