…r own importance within it blows up. All the while, there was a growing sense of unease in our guts. A nagging voice inside was saying “Mommy, Daddy, I don’t feel good. I’m sick.” We ignored it, shoveling ever more Netflix episodes, Amazon Prime purchases and Tinder dates on top of it until it finally got fed up. The child in all of us that requires human connection, the opportunity to have meaningful conversations, to learn and to reflect, threw a motherfucking tantrum. So we have the petulant child, Donald J. Trump, our elected pussy grabbing President of Celebrity Apprentice fame as its horrific embodiment.
So, here’s my bid for us to be better at compassion: when someone’s doing something frustrating or surprising or socially unacceptable, let’s stop and think, what’s happening for them that they’re behaving this way? Because that’s really what compassion is: putting ourselves in someone else’s shoes to feel what they feel. And if you can imagine what they feel, then you can take thirty seconds to imagine what circumstances may have transpired to create that feeling within them.