Being the 'giver' is not enough

Into the wilderness of the night and in solitude I find comfort. And in someone else's solitude I want to provide comfort. I can see someone in pain and hurting, and I want to comfort them but I cannot. Because I am not the one they need the comfort from. Its said that you should be the giver without having any expectations in return. But is the wish to 'Give' enough? Doesn't it matter whether what you're giving is even needed by the taker. Sometimes people need exactly what you have to offer, but you're not the one they want it from. What do you do then, with this little treasure of comfort and care that you have in abundance, and you want to share it with someone? And what do you do when you want to be the provider but you're just not needed. The taker should have the need to 'take' from you. You cannot force someone to find comfort in what you have to offer, just because you want to offer it.

I guess the best one can do is to let the other party know what you have to offer, let go of the person, and just hope that they stop hurting and find the comfort that they need, even if it is not you who's providing it. If they want, they'll come back to you.

Random unrelated thought:
"A mess is an expression of the soul"

Embraceable

It is cold, I am quivering but I don't want to go inside. The chill in the breeze makes everything so serene. I can hear the rattling of the chains that tie the boats to the dock. But its the quietude all around that changes perspective. The shackles holding back the boats are not rattling anymore, they sound melodious to my ears, like bells tinkering in cold thin air celebrating the harmony in nature around them. The lighthouse is small with a red crown, almost a dummy, except that there is no light in this house. I look at the other side of the river at what seems like a flickering object. A flame with a halo around it. My imagination tells me I am looking at a ghost. I squint, and my intellect tells me I am looking at a fountain. Indeed it is a fountain in the middle of nowhere spreading both water and light in that dimly lit area. Amazing how breezy and foggy it is. The fog is so dense that the water and skyline have merged together and are lost into a third realm where I cannot make out what is what. The two lines - water and sky, are blended so brilliantly that a bird wouldn't know if it was flying or floating. There was nothing significant about this moment, yet everything about it made it unique. The calm water, the shimmering beacons, the unlit lighthouse surrounded by cobwebs, the fountain on the other side, the furtive flicker within the fountain, the tinkering chains, the boats waiting to free themselves from the dock to sail into unknown waters, the faded horizon, the chill in the air, the darkness in the clouds, and the person with me - all made that one moment so embraceable.

And another

"We have art in order not to perish of truth."

- P.S. Nietzsche

Another quote...

"The reality of love is mutilated when it is removed from all its unreality."

- From The Poetics of Reverie by Gaston Bachelard