empathy and death


Today the mother of a colleque died, ant it was hard even for me. Not because of her death, but mostly because of the empathy I’ve had towards him.

I could feel his pain, and it was noticeable. I was almost crying.

At my granfather funeral I wasn’t crying, but I felt this sadness inside. I did my best to be the one staying up and resisting, because it was so hard for my grandmother I didn’t want her to be burdened by this too.

My collegue told me one thing: We live only for the work, and that’s bad. I think (and hope) he realized how much time we actually waste on work when we could do more.
not slacking, work is indeed needed, but we can stay much more time with the ones we love, the ones we care about, and we should.

It should be on our priority list.


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