Compassion

It is a simple refrain, echoing in the void: “Not my child, not my community, not my world, not my concern.” Yet, amidst the chorus of detachment, there emerge the silent sentinels of compassion. They who perceive the unspoken pleas, who understand that the cry of one is the cry of all. In their hearts is etched the indelible truth that we are but custodians of a collective future.

These guardians of humanity stride forth, undaunted by the magnitude of the task. For them, there is no other, no stranger, no foreign soul. There is only ‘us’—a singular pulse in the vastness of time and space. Their deeds, often unnoticed, are the sinew that binds the fractures of our world. They mend the broken, lift the fallen, and light the darkened paths with the embers of their unwavering resolve.

To those who respond to the silent screams, who cradle the burdens of others as if they were their own, you are the unsung heroes. In your reflection, we find the best of what it means to be human. Your legacy is not etched in stone or scribed in the annals of history but carried in the hearts you’ve touched and the lives you’ve transformed.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer