Compassion or No One’s Playing with a Full Deck
I was reflecting on free will this morning and came across this past blog. It lays some ground work for looking at just how free anyone’s will is. I’m re-posting it as a beginning of some posts on free will.
From when I was quite young, I stayed stressed night and day over the possibility of being scolded for anything. Unfortunately, even if a fellow student was scolded, I also hurt for them, literally. My stomach would ache.
As an adult when a friend was going through a painful divorce, it seemed almost like I was going through it myself. In many ways this made me compassionate and I tried always to relieve other’s suffering in any way I could.
But, my life became controlled by an underlying need to relieve suffering of any kind, my own, my friends’, the world’s.
This sounds like a good thing, and at times it undoubtedly was. But suffering is an inevitable part of life, everyone’s life. And a lot of suffering is self inflicted and perpetuated by attempts to escape it, rather than experience it and learn or grow from it.
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