I should have known better
than to expect someone
who could not even love themselves
to even try
to love another.
Worse,
I cannot bring myself
to hate
the monster you have become.
All that fills me
when I hear of you
is pity.
~lt
I should have known better
than to expect someone
who could not even love themselves
to even try
to love another.
Worse,
I cannot bring myself
to hate
the monster you have become.
All that fills me
when I hear of you
is pity.
~lt
This post moves me to feel ‘pity’ as such a horribly detached and condescending concept.
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I would agree, to some extent, but I also believe that through pity we can come to its higher form of compassion.
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Isn’t pity more akin to contempt and spectatorship, while compassion is the adeption to assume equality in humanity and humility? How does one move from pity to compassion?
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I believe in a more benevolent pity, such that it is more our capacity to share in the sorrows and troubles of another individual than to feel contempt for their plight. Following this line of thought takes us to the pursuit of wanting to aid the suffering out of mercy, which is undoubtedly the cornerstone of compassion. Of course, many use pity and self-pity to an unhealthy extreme, which I think is why it has such a negative connotation.
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It draws me in, to learn more about the “monster.”
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