The defeat

We always think that our feelings are the most important, and no doubt actually are, for us, finally they are ours. But we make the mistake of using them, as with physical pain or problems, as a messure to understand those of others.

Seeing a friend in desperate emotional pain, inadvertently leads to compassion and sympathy, and in some cases even to be the organ sentimental friendcoming to cry for him.

Our feelings suddenly become shared, and imagine we feel the same as the other person. From the depths of our being hurt us memories and the bad times we had, with much effort, buried in memory. We return to the days of defeat. the battlefield where no more lying just that the inertia force to keep breathing. We die again, as that or those times when we die.

But this time it is not us. We are not who are under the darkness of these penalties. It is not our fight and defeat. There is a friend there who is dying and falling into the void of loneliness. And, forgetting our pain, so much hurt, raise your arms and hug the one who is close to help him starting again.