What is Compassion? What is this urge within us that drives us to feel hurt, loss and pain that pushes us into action on behalf of someone else?
I am selfish. Seeking my own agenda since that doomed day that the first taste of personal indulgence was found. We all have tasted this evil. Mine. Me. Take. From as far as I can remember I have wanted to serve myself, and I am happy to do so. Nonetheless there is still a twinge upon my heart when I see the lost, broken and hurting. I want to help, to reach out and invite hope into their despair. But herein lies the question: do I long to help for the benefit of the hurting, or do I simply long to exploit them for my own self gain? Yes, exploit. To parade them in a sea of lavished gifts, not for their sake, nay, but for mine. So that at the end of the day I feel good about my pathetic existence. I lie awake at the end of the day and ask,"Am I good?" Well sure! I give back don't I? Yes! I must be good. Then I proceed to profess my goodness to the world. Telling all of humanity of my deeds, placing myself as an example to be followed. The mold for a giving life. Giving an illusion to the world that I am selfless. Now only one truth remains: the pats on my back are given by my own hand, only to sustain my lifestyle of "me" just a little longer.
Can one give out of a pure heart? Is it possible to give without taking? To pour out you're life to someone, solely for their betterment?
When you give, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. Only then will true self-sacrificing humility give forth to true people-loving compassion
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