I try to show compassion to people I come into contact with and try to put good out, as much good as I can. But that's my life; that's not my work. With my work, my job is to walk in another man's shoes.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I guess I'm kind of interested in that elusive search for a bond between life and work and between compassion and competitiveness. There's always something at the end you have to find to live a full life, but it's hard to find.
I do some compassionate mindfulness every day. It's like a Buddhist thing. I tell myself that I'm doing a good job, that kind of thing. It makes me feel better.
I do it because I want to exercise people's compassion and I do it because I really believe that for some reason what I do is important and meaningful.
It's hard to practice compassion when we're struggling with our authenticity or when our own worthiness is off-balance.
Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.
I know I am extraordinarily lucky to be doing what I am doing. I have worked hard along the way and I have been blessed too. I have had a great life.
Compassion is a practically acquired knowledge, like dancing. You must do it and practice diligently day by day.
I do my best work when I am in pain and turmoil.
It's my job to try and be as good a person as I can, and that's enough work for me.
I don't really think about doing something kind, I think there's just a way to conduct your daily life with compassion to other people.