“Comprehend the difference between empathy and sympathy, where the former is closeness, as the latter is distance.”
– Modern Romanticism
There is no greater suffering, than loneliness. All activists will self-serve, because they’ve adopted a career that stands away from the average human, to holding a vocation of being an average human.
The activist should be defined as, “The care-giving human, who makes a living from being care-giving. In this, they desire something in return, for their efforts.”
One should differ a friend from a Therapist, as this, “The friend will speak to you for an unlimited amount of time, and ask for nothing in return. The Therapist will speak to you for a limited amount of time, and ask for something in return.”
Look through the doors to patient’s bedrooms, in a hospice, and see the cold expressions upon the nurse’s faces. Their empathy has stagnated itself, out of the fear in jeopardizing their own career. It is because being a nurse offers pay. That pay goes to those whom the nurse does empathize with. He or she is, however, a deceiver on the grounds of the hospital.
What is a terminally ill patient’s worst suffering? Is it what they already know is killing them? Or, is it the fact that their family has abandoned them?
What is a PTSD war Veteran’s worst suffering? Is it what they already know is destroying their mind? Or, is it that no one has lifted them from their sorry state upon the streets, brought them into their own home for shelter? No one aids this homeless war Veteran, because no one is friends with the war Veteran.
Where one has faced loss, there is now a void. That void is nothing for hunger’s sake, as much as the Activist would be wonted to adhere to this feeling of satiation. Loss is accompanied by the idea that one did not treat this possession as an expendable. When a woman says to a man, “I am not your property”, does she wonder on the fact that he loves her? It is not “property”, in as much as he merely wishes to protect her. To protect her, as in, from being seen as expendable by anyone else, because he loves her. For death will eagerly look upon those whom others have indeed taken, of their love, for granted.
Food may be taken for granted. Same with money. All things material can be taken for granted, simply because they inevitably are.
Though, the most undying thing that is never taken for granted, is love.
Love doesn’t die, because we protect what we love. We do eat the bread, and then it disappears. Do we eat, or use, or loved ones? We do not. We do not wish them to disappear, like something expendable.
Though, through “anti-bullying”, there is the same ideas, as above.
What does an Activist see of a child, if he or she cannot befriend them?
What does an Activist see of a child, if he or she cannot endanger their career, to be more honest about their emotions?
What does an Activist see of a child, if he or she cannot run from what confines themselves, to free what confines the child?
The bullied child’s greatest torment is the same as the terminally ill patient in a hospice. It’s the same suffering as a PTSD war Veteran. It’s the same suffering as anyone who comprehends, deep within themselves, they they’ll die faster because of what is absent, not present.
The “anti-bullying” Activist cannot offer a heart. They can offer knowledge.
Knowledge, for its own sake, is consumption. It’s the idea by which, having already stated this, adheres to appetite and satiation. In this, there is corruption. One corrupts what was not loved.
As the Activist aids bullied children, they learn about bullied children. They document what they witness in journals and papers, for their “research” within the bounds of Universities. Yet, if being all for knowledge, why not be all for heart?
Knowledge is gained. Used. It is by this, that an Activist, even if not stating it openly, is using a child for their gain. For their appetite, for their satiation, for their desire, they gain by what they learn.
For to spoil anything like knowledge, would ruin it, make it as lack of a surprise. That is what the researcher craves. It’s the “A-ha!” moment that clarifies realization, in the discovery. Down the road of “anti-bullying” Activism, there is no heart. There is only knowledge.
Modern Romanticism 