Sometimes, you just need to sit down and write what you feel, to reduce the fever of feeling...
Compassion hurts. It hurts like hell. When you feel connected to
everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot
turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must
either learn to carry the universe, or be crushed by it. You must grow
strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the
same table with its worst horrors.
Feeling everything so deeply is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because it allows you to find so much joy in the littlest things, and fills you with an eternal motivation to stand up for justice and humanity. A curse, because it at the same time completely tears your heart apart on an every day basis, so painfully aware of all the injustice and inhumanity.
And no, it doesn't help trying not to think about it. No matter how hard I try, it's always lurking in my subconsciousness. Haunting me. Burned into the core of my soul like an open wound, I know all too well that blocking it out of my mind won't block the pain for all those living in torment. Reality will still be reality, and I just can't and won't accept it...
I would honestly, no hesitation, sacrifice my own life if I knew it would put a final end to all the meaningless suffering brought upon innocent lives in this world, humans and animals, every single day... To stop all the gruesome inhumanity, to stop all the heartbreaking screams of fear and pain in slaughterhouses, in fur farms, and every other industry out there cynically profiting from animal cruelty - so cowardly taking advantage of the weakest among us. It makes me so full of anger and so full of grief. It does not belong in a civilized society!
