What would Love Do?
Ever wonder where ego should end in major decisions? Is there a higher truth to strive for or some final truth all live beings are subject to? Do you ever struggle or wonder about the greater existential questions? Are you searching and interested in spiritual topics?
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Compassion Is Deeply Inconvenient
Compassion is easy in theory and wildly impractical in real life.
In theory, compassion means seeing the humanity in others. In practice, it means trying to see the humanity in someone who just asked you where the scissors are while standing directly in front of the scissors.
Compassion asks you to pause. To breathe. To consider that the person who just spoke to you in that tone may be tired, overwhelmed, or hurting.
This is, of course, extremely annoying. Because you already figured out that they are wrong. Completely wrong. Not just situationally wrong, but wrong in a way that reflects a broader pattern of concerning judgment and frankly baffling decision-making.
And yet, compassion insists on whispering, Maybe this isn’t about you.
Which feels unlikely. Because it definitely feels like it’s about you.
Compassion does not deny that you were hurt. It simply suggests that the person who hurt you may also be a person. A flawed, sleep-deprived, emotionally unpredictable person with their own fears, pressures, and internal monologue that makes perfect sense to them and absolutely no sense to you.
Compassion also prevents you from saying the devastatingly brilliant thing you thought of five minutes later in the shower. The line that would have clarified everything. The line that would have restored justice and secured your legacy.
Instead, compassion asks you to choose something quieter. Less satisfying. Less cinematic.
It asks you to remember that you are not actually trying to win. You are trying to remain connected to someone who is also trying, imperfectly, to remain connected to you.
So take a deep breath and exhale. Pause. And try again.
Not because you were wrong.
Not because they were right.
But because somewhere underneath the sharp words and the defensive silence, there is still something worth protecting.
Compassion is not weakness. It is restraint. It is the decision not to turn a temporary moment of pain into permanent distance.
It is recognizing that the person in front of you is not your enemy. They are your person. Just currently malfunctioning.
As are you.
And compassion, inconveniently, makes room for both.
