Importance of Compassion in Times of Catastrophe

It’s a rough world out there, with so much to contradict the very notion that life revolves around, epicenters struck with unending tragedies, cities left to ashes, with no soul around to comfort—it’s a ghost world that is exponentially leading to its demise.

But what is it, with so much pain around—anguish of the inner skin, tales taught to anyone who ever breathed. Hope it seems, is a currency that can only be traded, tears left to the underprivileged, slowly manifesting itself into a different realm of life.

But there is something different, just as dawn that resonates life into everything it touches, orchids left to a new day of blossom and oceans to feel the virgin breath of souls passing over it.

Compassion is a strong fragrance and those who have walked the path would only understand perhaps. There is something different about us, our species that stands out from the rest as if evolution had it all planned. Maybe it had to be, the fine-tuning of the universe dictated by the absolute laws of probability, leading to a range of emotions that surround.

So the daylight of peril, seventy-three shillings and a pair of wet silk is all that remains, and the day hasn’t even presented itself as it usually did. To the commoner who so splendidly dances with chaos, there is so much chance that he can still smile and let others too.

But how can we, given the limited means that define us in everyday life?

Well, for one, kindness will take us where nothing would. The global pandemic has left many families without a proper ration, stripping off their jobs and separating loved ones. But we all know that some people have access to vital resources which in turn could be given to the person next door, one who may be on the brink of losing any hope towards humanity.

The seconds to follow would be of one that swirls rays of satisfaction and comfort, and to extrapolate this on the entire population, should each of us at least care for the person next door, fireworks would not be able to depict the magnitude of such celebration—ruins of happiness that would take humanity on the winning side.

Not everyone is fortunate to be living under a decorated ceiling, wings laid on the comfy sofa, but we are all fortunate enough to be created with a conscience that knows what’s right and wrong. And in the midst of chaos, it’s only fair that humans care for each other.

Slowly, the autumn of laughter would easily resurface, birds would sing to us unconditionally, pages would rewrite history in its dearest state and each soul would repeat, next time one requires help.

Our lives are a unique weave of sophistication, yet perfectly marveled by simplicity, in times one requires it the most, and for us to act immediately—an era of humanity that would thrive.

-Yogesh Chandra