Compassion

We take birth, grow up, meet many people, we die.
Through this veil of events which combined form life,there is one thing you can't avoid-relationships.
A relationship can be with your birth-givers, love providers, co-workers, pets. Either we care too much for a certain relationship or we don't care at all. These form the two extremes attachment and detachment. People who are intensely emotional are either onto attachment or detachment.

If you are an attachment extremist, you care too much, like you want your child to be your child even when he/she is 50 years old and if the person of your attachment leaves his body you cry, you suffer or you may become delusional.

If you are a detachment extremist, you simply don't care. Like most of Indian Sadhus who leave everything in search of "something".

There is a narrow path between these two extremes, a path of glory and courage. A path not so easy yet liberating-the path of compassion. Only when you are compassionate you know when to get attached and when to step aside. Only when you are compassionate the relation prospers, only then the true purpose is revealed-everything before that, any relationship of the either extremes leads ultimately one day or other, one form or other into suffering.

A small poem on compassion (not written by me of course)

I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take the pain away. But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today.
I'll listen when you need to talk,
I'll wipe your tears away.
I'll share your worries when they come,
I'll help you face your fears.
I'm here and I will stand by you,
Each hill you have to climb.
So take my hand lets face the word,
Live one day at a time.
You're not alone for I'm still here,
I'll go that extra mile,
And when your grief is easier,
I'll help you learn to smile.