I hate how abstract relationships are. You try to”fix” problems but there is nothing physically broken to adhere ends, weld, hammer, or solve like an algebra problem (they drill these at school so I’m guessing they’re useful; maybe for this). I don’t know what talking does. Why and how do words create such an impact? Actions don’t fix problems either. How can you address something that you can’t see? How do you fix feelings so that they don’t cause unwanted physiological distress? There’s no fucking formula to be happy. There’s no damn instruction manual to tell you what to put with what to make something beautiful.