Compassion motivates people to go out of their way to help the physical, mental, or emotional pains of another and themselves. Seldom do I feel compassionate towards someone lest he be a friend or an acquaintance. Perhaps I have become too numb towards those who may be deemed pitiful and too callous towards the vagabonds of the world. Suffering exists around me and I know it ,yet I have no desire to help cease its effects. Instead I brush of compassionate words as mere phrases to laud oneself in front of others.
I am not a compassionate person. I cannot sympathise with those who have experienced the tragedies of life. Perhaps it was due to my upbringing that such facets of life are foreign to me. I do not know of the feelings of someone who must martyr themselves for others as the thought of giving ones life up for someone else fills me with such eldritch horror .
Perhaps I am callous only because this is a phase in adulthood. Perhaps I am callous because it is in my nature to be callous. Whatever the reason may be, I know compassion is a noble act and I am not noble.
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