One of my most difficult struggles is showing compassion when I feel as if someone is acting outside of my box of reasonability. I have to talk myself through the impulse to call out what I see or feel is bullcrap, and remind myself of all the times I have wallowed in the lakes of manipulation, control, selfishness, inconsideration, hostility, aggression, and foolishness.
This is part of the work that confronts me often. The more I take the time to work through my tendency to jump to a conclusion and step back from my place of superiority and assumption, I begin to clear my thoughts and try to see the situation from both sides. I find I actually learn something that I truly did not have knowledge of before. I find that coolness comes to my spirit and I desire to be of help to uplift, comfort, engage, resolve, and assist. How I perceive the situation becomes less of a priority and I am able to hear, see and feel beyond words and emotions. I am able to see truth without feeling the need to categorize it. I allow the truth to influence my judgement
For me, It takes the quiet to enter the place of compassion. It takes truly listening. It takes being willing to place myself aside and feel something outside of myself. For me compassion is truly one of the blessings of life. Compassion is not folly. Compassion is not feeling sorry for someone. Compassion is not finding a way to agree with someone or placing ourselves in their shoes. Compassion is being able to hear the voice of truth, feel the warmth of truth, see the light of truth so that we can embrace truth and move in its goodness.
May we walk in the light and warmth of compassion. May it teach us to be kind and judge with wisdom. May the goodness of truth be our guide. May we realize what is for us and what is not for us. May we exercise compassion with ourselves and with others. Ase
Ifayinka 