Empathy is the capacity to recognize and, to some extent, share feelings (such as sadness or happiness) that are being experienced by another sentient or semi-sentient being. Someone may need to have a certain amount of empathy before they are able to feel compassion. Empathy is the key cornerstone in genuine human relationships. Empathy is conscious. It means one with empathy feels compassion, while those without do not take into account other people's emotions.
Psychopathology reveals that people with an absence of empathy can be defined as a sociopath or psychopath. A person who has empathy understands others.
Oh boy, have I got a lot to write about on this subject. First of all, I think we are in a state of emergency with the kids of today because of technology. I'm terrified that they are not able to develop empathy, because all of their exchanges are through some sort of machine and they happen really, really fast.
I hope that someone somewhere begins to realize that a person's ability to empathize is the key to happiness, and that relationships take form in the action of delayed gratification.
Sometimes u need to be uncomfortable in order for feelings to grow. Trust is built and love needs to grow. I can pretty much state this as fact because if it wasn't the truth, selfish people would be happy.
I have been saying this since I was a kid. I consider myself a very, very lucky human being because for whatever reason, I was born with an abundance of empathy. Sometimes it's gotten me in trouble, but given the choice, I would rather be someone who has too much rather than too little.
I have oftentimes hated this aspect of myself because I didn't do anything to deserve it, so most of my life I've been ashamed of it.
There have been many situations where I would just say something empathetic and another person would take it as a personal offense. They would puff up and say, “Sue, we're not all like you!" and I would shrivel in shame.
I thought that this part of me was disgusting. I thought that there was something wrong with me, that I was too much.
Well, now I realize that I'm not too much and now that I'm an adult I have the strength to maintain my empathy even when comes to people trying to scare me out of it.
I empathize with the fact that they are in pain, because only hurt people, hurt people. In the same breath, I don't take any shit — especially shit that comes from someone's lower self.
That shit is just gonna cover the light in me to make the dark in them feel better and that's not why we are here.
We are not here to live in our own shit, isolated and alone.
If you hold your shit in too long you get cancer. Cancer spreads like wild fire.
The reason I believe that I am here on earth is to clean out my own shit, find my light and flash it on others when they try to dump theirs.
I think it's everybody's purpose in life, just like with the kids. We need to show them to delay their gratification, to be able to learn how to pacify themselves so when they are older people want to be around them. Think about it: you potty train a kid to hold it in and let it out when they reach the toilet. Delayed gratification actually turns into self-preservation which turns into people wanting to be around you. Get it?
Show me one person who is buried by their own shit that is happy. You can't. Fact.
Show me someone who is willing to dig out of their own shit to show others that it's possible.
Show me a person who, once they do it, helps others in a way that doesn't enable them, but holds them accountable to the light.
Then and only then, will you show me a happy person. Because the sum of all things is one. Intimacy into me I see :) then I can see you :)