The near impossibility of empathy
As I consider the people around me, the people I see and interact with each day, I realize the near impossibility of empathy.
- The anchor reporting the news every evening
- The pastor preparing a sermon each Sunday
- The mother waking up for her baby at night
- The politician debating and balancing evils
- The author editing a manuscript again and again
- The teacher reaching students in a classroom
- The student studying for exams in the middle of the night
- The farmer slaughtering cows at work
It’s really, really hard for me to empathize with the people I see all the time. It’s easy to just absorb them into my life without considering theirs. It’s normal for me to take everyone for grated.
I try to notice and then feel what they must feel, but it’s nearly impossible. Why then do I expect empathy from them?