Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Not as sure...

There are days that I just don't know. Days like today, when I find out that an old friend's young daughter passed away last summer on my birthday. Days when I wonder what experience I have--what gives me the right--to be involved with the grief of strangers.

3 comments:

jamais vu said...

Maybe empathy IS the qualification.

Kelly said...

I hope so--I've got that in spades. What I need to learn is how to compartmentalize those different emotions so that I don't let it ruin my whole day. Empathy--yes. Can't be taught.

jamais vu said...

Yep. It's tough. When I'm overwhelmed with the news headlines I like to go online and look at photos of other galaxies that Hubble has sent back to Earth. Thinking about "400 million years ago..." kind of restores my perspective on how tiny and insignificant humans really are. Maybe not everybody would find that comforting, but I do. Everything about us is so temporary. Even our pain. One of my favorite sayings is "the truth comes in to the world with two faces, one laughing and one crying. Laughing or crying, it is the same truth." :o)