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Originally Posted by Zerbie
Ach, I can imagine. I knew I could not do it, did not even try.
When I was very young, I was an unhappy kid and that projected to those who met me. At 13 years of age, I did a show with a very understanding group of adults, one of whom was very gentle and reached out to me. At a group dinner one night he sat beside me and asked probing questions about why was I unhappy? I said because the world is unhappy.
He said, "But you! You're young, healthy, have a beautiful voice, you're a great actress, you're incredibly intelligent and a great writer. YOU have no reason to be unhappy." I told him, sure I can enjoy singing, and if life turns out great for me, if I have food to eat and I can sing and have friends and do fun things, I will enjoy that. But what good is it if my happiness is only mine? People around me have unhappiness. How can I enjoy my own happiness if the person beside me is struggling with deep unhappiness?
Who will be there to listen to their stories? Who will wipe their tears?
We cannot be fully happy unless there is an opportunity to begin turning the direction of these sorrows. If we can have a hand in steering the world towards a kinder, more equitable, more loving place, then we can be more fully joyful.
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I'm starting to feel the same way, except it took me a little longer than it took you.
Where does that awareness leave you? I am happy, but I am also overly in-touch with the pain that others feel (and that of course is upsetting). I'm a hugger, every time I see someone in pain, I just want to hug them.
