My sympathies are Left. On paper and in the soul. But not in my heart or my guts.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic if it is pulled out I shall die.
I have my sympathies and also my critical views, and they aren't much of a secret, but my first job is to see and hear and think about what I've seen and heard.
I've been on the end of losing a fight, and there's a piece of my heart that has compassion towards that because I know how it feels.
Some pain is simply the normal grief of human existence. That is pain that I try to make room for. I honor my grief.
We may thank God that we can feel pain and know sadness, for these are the human sentiments that constitute our glory as well as our grief.
Emotions get in the way but they don't pay me to start crying at the loss of 269 lives. They pay me to put some perspective on the situation.
I cry a lot when I feel empathy. I can feel heartbroken by life, and I cry quite easily, sometimes for no reason. It's healthy, I think.
The condition of the wounded touched my heart deeply.
Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
I'm not sympathetic. I have zero sympathy. I understand about emotional eating, I understand how painful the process can be, but I also understand that change is possible.