He fell apart right in front of her that day, not giving a single fuck who was around to see it. He completely opened himself to her, spilling out everything that has ever happened to him. The drugs, the lies, the time spent alone in a cell. He crumbled.
But she just held him tighter, trying her best keep him in one piece. She refused to let him go, especially at a time like this.
When you find yourself being judgmental or even cruel, the Compassion Elf will raise her tiny yet booming elf voice, urging you to HAVE SOME COMPASSION. She is the conscience that so many of us lack.
With a hesitant compassion, Jensen tried to communicate with the woman in front of him who for all practical purposes had to be Zoe, his ex-wife. Well, not ex, as in divorced, but ex as in dead. There weren’t too many things Jensen could be certain of, but sobbing with his dead wife’s corpse was surely one of them.
He wasn’t that compassionate. I mean, he was. But he had issues with showing it. He was more of a goof ball and he didn’t know how to deal with emotions and stuff like that. I just didn’t know what to do. So I stuck through it. It wasn’t until that September night when I realized just how compassionate Ryker truly was. And it was surprising.
am i a compassionate person?
does my rugged individualism and selfishness make compassion impossible to achieve?
or are they not connected?
can i satisfy both sides or must a radical stance be taken?
i would hope others to be compassionate towards me
i believe i have compassion in my heart
her eyes were full of a soppy compassion, watching the children with soft coos and mimblewimble patronizing babytalk. the toddlers, of course, tottered and tipped and stumbled around stupidly, looking for all the world like a group of drunk raccoons. the older brother of a student stared with a dumbfounded expression at this ridiculous, empty-headed TA, wondering how the actual hell his little sister thought that SHE would be a good match.
love. kindness. caring. trust. happiness. wanting the best for others. <3
Kelsey
What I feel for you. If I try really hard, if i can quell this childlike selfishness. then i can allow myself to feel. like a saint, i feel. like a mentor, like a mother (even though I have no children). I can look at her and not laugh, because I’m too busy crying over what faith has brought her. but we all learn to accept it, and all i want to do is to become a good friend.
my mom. someone who cares so much for someone else or something else that they will do anything for them. caring. passionate. truley heart felt devotion to something. the ability to be empathetic and really relaate to and help others.
Jo
i took my eyes off his feet for two seconds and everything went blank. I realized that this poor child had never interacted with someone like me before. I realized that this poor child had never been held before. I realized that this poor child has never cross paths with compassion before.
Liz
The homeless man on the corner on the street looked so needy. He couldn’t help but feel compassion for him. He was thinking that if he gave him money the man would spend it on drugs or alcohol. He gave the man a crumpled twenty with a simple “God Bless You.” It didn’t matter what the man did with it, he did the right thing.
Rachael
compassion is needed by the world, for it suffers for making tragedy into entertainment. Certainly, Rome would never have put Christians in the Coliseum to watch them die if they had compassion.
stanNJ
compassion is something that makes you go. It helps to have commpassion because it can make you happy and make people love you. its awsome because its the way to go. and uh ya so get some. when is this thing gonna end……… compassion compassion about it about it about it about
renee
Can you have too much of it? That you ache and pain for the littlest of infractions that are thrice, thirteen times removed from your existence. How to balance compassion and thick skin, how to care but protect yourself from being hurt.
She looked at me sympathetically as I gazed up at her analytically from my place on the floor, my papers scattered about me haphazardly. The other students avoided looking at my disheveled appearance, but she stayed helping me pick up my scattered belongings.
I wish I could have more compassion for people around me. I feel like I am very detached from others and when I try to help people or give them advice, I can’t bring myself to do it because I don’t know how to be compassionate. I might be thinking of sympathy. Either way, I find it difficult to be compassionate, and that is the point.
She gazed at me sympathetically and I watched her movements analytically from my place on the ground, my papers scattered around me haphazardly. The other students looked away from my disheveled appearance but she stayed and helped my collect my things.
raeraine
Drink this in deep, my love.
Compassion is thirsting for your mouth.
Compassion is a difficult word to embody. I love things, I love people, I understand something about each, but I may not be able to put myself intheir shoes and I think that’s compassion. Who knew?
nappynaturally
Where is it? Where is it hiding? There is so much hate in the world, so much anger. Compassion, where did you go? Why have you left us all here to drown in our fears? Come back to us. The beauty of the world is fading day by day, come back to save us. Compassion, you are our only hope.
Teeps
red blanket. it unfolds, soft, velvety, fleecy, warm. I hold your hand underneath it, this physical thing, this embodied compassion. i chase your fingertips until I catch them, your fingers entangled in mine. soft. i love that warmth, the soft, pliant flesh.
Q
My mother always said I lacked compassion. She saw how quickly and eagerly I stomped out any bug on the ground. She saw how I hoarded my Halloween candy, kept my brother from eating it. She saw as friends turned their back on me and called me selfish. Her only words of comfort were, “I told you so.”
It works like magic. Especially in high school, on the cruddiest days, a random smile or ‘hello’ from a stranger can do wonders to my mindset and mood. If I’m walking like a zombie, a compassionate look or a listening ear is what gets me through the day. People claim to not have it, but everyone has a compassionate bone, even if it’s just a single tarsal.
Reese
If compassion is key to happiness then empathy is the key to humanity.
compassion focause on the indivisual child and his or her development. A transformed child will inevitably change her or his enviroment.
bina kharel
the value that is most desired and sometimes least found at people around as. same thing as symphaty? maybe, but the difference is that the first one does not insult us.
Eliza
yeah could be me- I like consoling someone trying to change their perspective- cutting some slack . someone cares, maybe some humor or story
The heart lifts, yet still it falls. The sight is too much to bear, yet the eyes still watch. The tears come, but do not stay. They still somehow manage to disappear. The frown that was once a smile reverts to its previous form, and the arm that was glues down rises to wrap around a set of shoulders. The shaking voice offers only love, only assistance. The light gleams in the eyes that did truly cry, and a smile plays across the lips of the one in pain.
compassion- the act of being kind or thoughtful towards something or someone. A feeling one gets when feeling pity for another.
Christiana
the love one has for another and is head over heals. stays with one another and are passionate with each other. companionship.
Cassie
He didn’t think that she saw him. He thought she was oblivious to the way he was kneeling down next to the small child, comforting the girl as she cried. He even went out of his way to help the child find her parents.
When you feel someone’s pain. You are in their shoes. You walk a mile maybe two. You know their hurt, love joy, sadness, happiness. You are them for a few seconds. But only for then. Until you go back to being concerned with yourself. It’s our remarkably human ability to capture another’s pain without going through their expiriences. we bleed without being cut, cry without pain. It’s what seperates us from everything else, our ability to care about another as deeply as we love ourselves.
dan
I remember when my grandfather was dying. Endless days we spent in the hospital by his side. Once, during one of those endless days, my mother told me that she always thought I was a compassionate person. I will never forget that.
Ashley Mills
I believe it’s human to be compassionate. To have compassion for your fellow people. People without this trait are capable of evils and injustices that at some times seem impossible…
I know how you feel. How can I help you? Let me share this burden with you.
Essays35
In Buddhism the number one rule is to be compassionate. Be compassionate for the old monk on the street, be compassionate for the poor small child without an arm begging for money, be compassionate for the little ant that gets squished when its trying to walk across the path on its way home.
He fell apart right in front of her that day, not giving a single fuck who was around to see it. He completely opened himself to her, spilling out everything that has ever happened to him. The drugs, the lies, the time spent alone in a cell. He crumbled.
But she just held him tighter, trying her best keep him in one piece. She refused to let him go, especially at a time like this.
When you find yourself being judgmental or even cruel, the Compassion Elf will raise her tiny yet booming elf voice, urging you to HAVE SOME COMPASSION. She is the conscience that so many of us lack.
With a hesitant compassion, Jensen tried to communicate with the woman in front of him who for all practical purposes had to be Zoe, his ex-wife. Well, not ex, as in divorced, but ex as in dead. There weren’t too many things Jensen could be certain of, but sobbing with his dead wife’s corpse was surely one of them.
He wasn’t that compassionate. I mean, he was. But he had issues with showing it. He was more of a goof ball and he didn’t know how to deal with emotions and stuff like that. I just didn’t know what to do. So I stuck through it. It wasn’t until that September night when I realized just how compassionate Ryker truly was. And it was surprising.
am i a compassionate person?
does my rugged individualism and selfishness make compassion impossible to achieve?
or are they not connected?
can i satisfy both sides or must a radical stance be taken?
i would hope others to be compassionate towards me
i believe i have compassion in my heart
you care about other people
her eyes were full of a soppy compassion, watching the children with soft coos and mimblewimble patronizing babytalk. the toddlers, of course, tottered and tipped and stumbled around stupidly, looking for all the world like a group of drunk raccoons. the older brother of a student stared with a dumbfounded expression at this ridiculous, empty-headed TA, wondering how the actual hell his little sister thought that SHE would be a good match.
love. kindness. caring. trust. happiness. wanting the best for others. <3
What I feel for you. If I try really hard, if i can quell this childlike selfishness. then i can allow myself to feel. like a saint, i feel. like a mentor, like a mother (even though I have no children). I can look at her and not laugh, because I’m too busy crying over what faith has brought her. but we all learn to accept it, and all i want to do is to become a good friend.
my mom. someone who cares so much for someone else or something else that they will do anything for them. caring. passionate. truley heart felt devotion to something. the ability to be empathetic and really relaate to and help others.
i took my eyes off his feet for two seconds and everything went blank. I realized that this poor child had never interacted with someone like me before. I realized that this poor child had never been held before. I realized that this poor child has never cross paths with compassion before.
The homeless man on the corner on the street looked so needy. He couldn’t help but feel compassion for him. He was thinking that if he gave him money the man would spend it on drugs or alcohol. He gave the man a crumpled twenty with a simple “God Bless You.” It didn’t matter what the man did with it, he did the right thing.
compassion is needed by the world, for it suffers for making tragedy into entertainment. Certainly, Rome would never have put Christians in the Coliseum to watch them die if they had compassion.
compassion is something that makes you go. It helps to have commpassion because it can make you happy and make people love you. its awsome because its the way to go. and uh ya so get some. when is this thing gonna end……… compassion compassion about it about it about it about
Can you have too much of it? That you ache and pain for the littlest of infractions that are thrice, thirteen times removed from your existence. How to balance compassion and thick skin, how to care but protect yourself from being hurt.
She looked at me sympathetically as I gazed up at her analytically from my place on the floor, my papers scattered about me haphazardly. The other students avoided looking at my disheveled appearance, but she stayed helping me pick up my scattered belongings.
I wish I could have more compassion for people around me. I feel like I am very detached from others and when I try to help people or give them advice, I can’t bring myself to do it because I don’t know how to be compassionate. I might be thinking of sympathy. Either way, I find it difficult to be compassionate, and that is the point.
She gazed at me sympathetically and I watched her movements analytically from my place on the ground, my papers scattered around me haphazardly. The other students looked away from my disheveled appearance but she stayed and helped my collect my things.
Drink this in deep, my love.
Compassion is thirsting for your mouth.
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Compassion is a difficult word to embody. I love things, I love people, I understand something about each, but I may not be able to put myself intheir shoes and I think that’s compassion. Who knew?
Where is it? Where is it hiding? There is so much hate in the world, so much anger. Compassion, where did you go? Why have you left us all here to drown in our fears? Come back to us. The beauty of the world is fading day by day, come back to save us. Compassion, you are our only hope.
red blanket. it unfolds, soft, velvety, fleecy, warm. I hold your hand underneath it, this physical thing, this embodied compassion. i chase your fingertips until I catch them, your fingers entangled in mine. soft. i love that warmth, the soft, pliant flesh.
My mother always said I lacked compassion. She saw how quickly and eagerly I stomped out any bug on the ground. She saw how I hoarded my Halloween candy, kept my brother from eating it. She saw as friends turned their back on me and called me selfish. Her only words of comfort were, “I told you so.”
It works like magic. Especially in high school, on the cruddiest days, a random smile or ‘hello’ from a stranger can do wonders to my mindset and mood. If I’m walking like a zombie, a compassionate look or a listening ear is what gets me through the day. People claim to not have it, but everyone has a compassionate bone, even if it’s just a single tarsal.
If compassion is key to happiness then empathy is the key to humanity.
you should never be afraid to show it.
compassion focause on the indivisual child and his or her development. A transformed child will inevitably change her or his enviroment.
the value that is most desired and sometimes least found at people around as. same thing as symphaty? maybe, but the difference is that the first one does not insult us.
yeah could be me- I like consoling someone trying to change their perspective- cutting some slack . someone cares, maybe some humor or story
The heart lifts, yet still it falls. The sight is too much to bear, yet the eyes still watch. The tears come, but do not stay. They still somehow manage to disappear. The frown that was once a smile reverts to its previous form, and the arm that was glues down rises to wrap around a set of shoulders. The shaking voice offers only love, only assistance. The light gleams in the eyes that did truly cry, and a smile plays across the lips of the one in pain.
licorice bits in alliance with the twisted terror. compassion learned between the lines.
compassion- the act of being kind or thoughtful towards something or someone. A feeling one gets when feeling pity for another.
the love one has for another and is head over heals. stays with one another and are passionate with each other. companionship.
He didn’t think that she saw him. He thought she was oblivious to the way he was kneeling down next to the small child, comforting the girl as she cried. He even went out of his way to help the child find her parents.
But Kennah did see. She saw all of it.
When you feel someone’s pain. You are in their shoes. You walk a mile maybe two. You know their hurt, love joy, sadness, happiness. You are them for a few seconds. But only for then. Until you go back to being concerned with yourself. It’s our remarkably human ability to capture another’s pain without going through their expiriences. we bleed without being cut, cry without pain. It’s what seperates us from everything else, our ability to care about another as deeply as we love ourselves.
I remember when my grandfather was dying. Endless days we spent in the hospital by his side. Once, during one of those endless days, my mother told me that she always thought I was a compassionate person. I will never forget that.
I believe it’s human to be compassionate. To have compassion for your fellow people. People without this trait are capable of evils and injustices that at some times seem impossible…
I know how you feel. How can I help you? Let me share this burden with you.
In Buddhism the number one rule is to be compassionate. Be compassionate for the old monk on the street, be compassionate for the poor small child without an arm begging for money, be compassionate for the little ant that gets squished when its trying to walk across the path on its way home.