Musings…

We are all obsessed about something. We all have our little obsessions. I wish this would make us empathetic about each other’s obsessions/fascinations/passions/fixations (whatever you want to call it). But somehow it doesn’t. Instead, it makes us arrogant and selfish.

I wonder… I wonder what the price for empathy is? I wonder if we will ever pay it or be asked to pay it? Or are we already paying it? Or maybe the time is coming.

What if, at the gates of heaven (if there is a heaven), God asks us if we have been empathetic towards one another instead of our sins and supposed good deeds.

What would she say?

What would we say?

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