It hurts my soul to see people who are suffering. I want to do something for them and to elevate them to a place where they can feel at least a fleeting sense of comfort but I can’t. I don’t know what to do for them. I’ve told my loved ones when I was going through some dark periods that the best thing they can do for me is to simply be with me and let me know they’re there and that, I think, is what suffering people need the most, to know that they’re not alone.
I really think we forget that the thing we have in common is that we are all on the same spectrum of happiness and suffering, we’re all just bouncing around from one end to the other. But because we’re all on the same ride, it’s the thing that connects us more than anything else. People forget that those they are unnecessarily and recklessly cruel to are suffering just as they are, and are as hopeful as they are, and have loved as they do, and are loved ones just as they have loved ones.
If you ever want to re-evaluate how you treat other people, consider your interactions with them in comparison to how you treat those who you most care about. If they aren’t with the same respect, gratitude and grace, you’re doing it wrong. Everybody is deserving of your love and respect, just as you are deserving of the same from them. The idea that we’re not is one of the facilitators of the hatred and violence that our world sees too routinely.