Compassion

At some point, I stopped trying to draw clear lines between good and bad, right and wrong.
All that remained was compassion.
And that compassion came with no conditions, no judgments, no need to sort people into categories.
It simply existed—quiet, steady, and full of love.

Compassion doesn’t ask for credentials.
It doesn’t weigh the worthiness of someone’s pain.
It just sees a person in need and responds.
Like the words of a wise doctor who once said,
“To feel sorrow for what appears before your eyes is enough.”
That feeling, that instinct to care, is love in action.

True compassion doesn’t wait for permission.
It doesn’t ask if someone deserves it.
It steps forward, gently, and offers warmth.
In a world that often rushes to judge, compassion is a pause, a breath, a quiet embrace.