Humans have lost their compassion--by Emi   Author:  1799  Category:(Discussion) Created:(7/28/2004 4:26:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (561 times) I think my compassion is usually what hurts me the most in this world. I make friends with people and do a lot of help them, protect them, raise their spirits. And then I get choked in the end. It's interesting, because it shows that humans don't have a lot of compassion anymore. Nowadays, I think that people work more and more on satisfying themselves. People work on selfish reasons, and some don't even care who they destroy in their search for power, money, and authority. I'll admit, I have my own selfish moments. I work to try and make myself happy, but I've also been known to work against my own happiness for my friends. When I really sit and think about it, I'd prefer to see my friends laughing and smiling, even when I'm losing it inside. An example was one of our game days. I lost it a couple of days later from the despair building inside of me, but I said nothing of what was going on inside my head because they were there to have fun, and I wasn't going to ruin that. An episode of Lilo and Stitch made me stop and think. We have lost the ability to like people for the differences. In the episode, they had a show that people tried out for and if the person was extremely weird or freaky, then they won the prize. It was very cruel, and only Lilo seemed to realize how bad it was. You could be sure that if I saw someone being made fun of, I'd be trying to stop it. Even with an enemy, I can feel compassion. A girl back at my school ridiculed me in front of her friends, trying to put me down, calling my names. That same year, I saw her at one of the dances sobbing. And despite the voice in my head telling me to walk away, I was ready to ask what was wrong. Her friend came before I could, but I'm fairly sure she noticed the look I was giving. And I know, despite how much my friends are called freaks, they would be there to help others, even if those others may have been mean. We try to make our problems worse than other people's. We act like breaking a nail or getting a stain on our dress is worse than anything else. I'm guilty of acting like this, but I don't really feel that way. I know there are so many things that happen that I couldn't understand. For instance, I have been sexually abused. But other people have been raped, continuously, and some people are killed afterward. My parents still have me in their arms to tell me its okay. How do those families feel that can only hold the clothing of their child now? I had a bad childhood. My father hit me, and my step mom put me down. But some people don't even have parents. Some live in foster care, or in orphan homes. Some lose their parents to illness, like Doyle has. Yet a lot of them manage to keep their heads high. Just like my mom has an illness herself, but at least I still have her, and will for years to come. I can still hug her and help her out, no matter how upset I get about it. I have a good life when you think about it. A lot of us do, even when we complain. but what about those who really don't? We have lost our compassion for the world. Will we lose all of our humanity too? **You know whats funny though? USM seems to be a good exception to all of this. I've never seen so much compassion before, which is why I love this site. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  1799 ( Click here ) Spring is coming