IMG_9732-Version-2-300x292A few experiences in my life made me aware of how compassionate behaviour was met with cold-ish curiosity by bystanders.

I give two examples here:

1. A friend phoned me to officially inform me about the sudden death of the child of another friend. I expressed my shock, horror and the feelings I had for the parents. It became quiet on the other side of the line… then I heard him saying quite curious: “You Really find this terrible, huh?” Yes. I found it terrible. The loss of a child is incredibly painful. My family went though this experience some years before.

2. My mother was awaiting the results of tests whether she had breast cancer, or not. My father, mother and I were led into a very small office. Two chairs and a bed. Mother and I sat on the bed, father and consultant on the chairs in front of us. The feared outcome was proclaimed: breast cancer, agressive form. My mother bursted out in tears. I held her in my arms, my father stood up and held her too, we told her that we loved her so much. The consultant commented: “I don’t often see this outpouring. You really care”. Said with a calculated distance, his experience already filed somewhere, I’m sure!

These are my personal experiences, there are more. I forgot a lot, because I want to move on. I want to be com passion. I want to care for others, my loved ones, my neighbours, my friends. I think it is part of waking up to life. Becoming conscious that there is so much more than the little screen in your hand, or the laptop in front of you. Taking care of our older generation, just like taking care of the younger, is paramount to a surviving civilisation. Our civilisation. Being civil is at the root of who we are, what we need to do in the world. Our world.

Kindness is something that goes a long way. Compassion is a form of kindness. We need to be compassionate, living compassionate lives in order to survive in a world that seems to polarise while we’re looking at it.

In Love,

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