True compassion seems to come from great tragedy; from carrying or having carried a heavy burden.
Pain has no prejudices though. It can come for anyone, of any creed, color, race, sex, age, orientation, status, wealth, class, title, whatever. It doesn’t care. It wields it’s sword mercilessly wherever it chooses.
While compassion and kindness is what makes us humane; sometimes commiserating seems to be what bonds us and can help release pain. I still prefer to focus on the positive. I like to reach for and expand on the good vibes…..but the thing about living authentically is that it isn’t always rainbows and puppies and lollipops. Now is it?