In my line of work, and amongst the oh so many people I’ve had dealings with over several decades, how so many have spoken a lot, about compassion, caring, concern for the state of their world and their fellow humans, the environment, & such like. Yet, when life presents them with the opportunity to do so, they did nothing.
When they could’ve or should’ve made that difference at the time, in that circumstance — for another — they didn’t.
There are many “fallen angels” living amongst us, that need a hand, a gesture of kindness, a moment of compassion — presented to us, each and every day — giving us the opportunity to act on the words and rhetoric we profess. Yet, most of us will fail to recognise as such, or choose to ignore.
The quality of how we have lived, and that of our “souls” — our compassion in action — our connectedness to life — is what makes the difference. It is not the quantity nor quality of our words, nor the things we accumulate, that is the measure of a meaningful life.
Too many, too often, start from “what’s in it for me” or “what’s this going to cost”, or “I don’t have the time”, before they give to the need.