…oid the sort of meaningful human contact that would expose the pain another feels from our actions. We’d have to listen, not shout. We’d have to receive, not give. We’d have to feel, not do. And for so many, my previous self included, that is anathema to one’s way of life as presently practiced. It is so much easier — and, on the outside, successful — to internally ignore or scorn the pain of others, writing them off as weak, irrelevant, deserving of their suffering, or, most commonly, “not my problem.” Arguably, on some level, we are all each other’s problem. We are too interconnected as a species, as nations, as humans, not to accept that fact in some fashion.