I can not help it

I imagine my self surrounded  by a hundred people wanting to kill me. Would I fight them or could I show love and forgive them as they tore me to pieces. No I could never be like Jesus but I can spread the word, love. I question things, I don't trust people, I just want to watch the seasons change and my children laugh.  I know that life and death are natural. I know that in nature the strongest survive the weakest do not. Evolution is that.  I don't need to know you to shed a tear when you die. Not because you are gone but because there are others still alive feeling that sadness.  I cry because someone is hurting.  I cry for those who have not gone with you.  I can't help it if there is sadness I am sad if there is happiness I am happy.  It spreads to me from every direction.  Its like my heart is so big, connected to yours, his, hers, theirs and that's.  I feel even the rock as it warms in the sun and cools in the night. I can not help it.