This morning I sat on a bench in Piazza Santa Croce watching the early morning pedestrians pass by: a dad walking his son to school, teenage boys all talking at once, a middle aged man walking purposefully across the square, two tourists dragging their suitcases, a stylishly dressed woman waiting for someone, and…. From my personal experience, and as a fellow human being, I could imagine a little of what these folks might be thinking and feeling. But what was really going on in their minds and hearts? Were they sad, happy, worried, accepting, fearful, loving, suicidal, happy-go-lucky? I don’t know.
Even if they named their feeling to me, as friends often do, I wouldn’t know the whole story; but I would grow closer to understanding and thus empathizing with them. Empathy connects us in love; it is the hope of the world. That is why I write this blog. There is a caveat, however. I share with the hope that you will take it all in without judgment. Consider me just another person on the street that you can love. Use my words to help understand and love yourself.
Even if they named their feeling to me, as friends often do, I wouldn’t know the whole story; but I would grow closer to understanding and thus empathizing with them. Empathy connects us in love; it is the hope of the world. That is why I write this blog. There is a caveat, however. I share with the hope that you will take it all in without judgment. Consider me just another person on the street that you can love. Use my words to help understand and love yourself.