If we are part of humanity, we can’t make a habit of looking away

If we are part of humanity, we can’t make a habit of looking away

In the tapestry of humanity, we are but a single thread, woven into the fabric of existence. And as part of this intricate design, we cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering of our fellow beings.

For if we do, we will allow our conscience to wither and fade, like a wilting flower deprived of sunlight and water. And in this slow decay, we will lose touch with our own humanity, becoming mere shells of our former selves.

To look away from the pain and anguish of others is to deny the very essence of our interconnectedness, to sever the ties that bind us all together. It is to turn our backs on the very thing that makes us human – our capacity for empathy and compassion.

Let us not make a habit of looking away, for in doing so, we risk the gradual death of our conscience, the slow erosion of our humanity. And that, my friends, may be the saddest death of all.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

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