Thursday 4 May 2017

Compassion

The other day I was thinking about all the underprivileged. The people who have terminal diseases. It got me thinking about all these fake people who say things to me in the middle of a conversation like "Think about every one in the hospitals. The ones who cannot do anything and are destined to die. Don't you think we should help them? Don't you think they deserve our compassion and love?"

Now, before I start, let me put it out there that I hate altruism and all forms of it. My answer to the above question would be "Do you really think it is called compassion if we sit beside a man destined to die and we have no power to stop him from doing so?" I mean how is it going to help him. We all know humans crave for attention whether they like to admit it or not, no matter how strongly. But, there is a limit to what we can do. We are not helping the sick by staying beside them. All we are doing is prolonging their guilt and sorrow, they keeping asking questions like "Why did it have to be me?" and continue to blame themselves even further. The sick look at us and think how wonderful it would be to be like us. That is not called compassion, that is called cruelty.

If there is one thing that is absolute in this world, it is death. We all know that death is coming, yet we are so surprised and unprepared for it.

So much drama.