In that moment, his desperation was palpable. His eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and longing, searched for a ray of compassion in the faces he passed. But as time went on, it became painfully apparent that his call was lost in the deafening roar of self-discord and difference.

How did we get to where the cries of our peers remain unanswered? How do our hearts shake from the suffering of those in need? These questions answer our collective consciousness, we are called to examine the depth of our empathy and the urgency of our actions.

It is in these moments of deep vulnerability that we must overcome the differences that plague our society. The true measure of humanness is not our ability to turn away, but our willingness to extend our friendship, to listen and acknowledge the pain of others as our own.

I am not ignorant. I know that creating a world where compassion is the way is a daunting task. But I believe it is possible. It begins with a collective shift in consciousness, with the recognition that we are all interconnected and interdependent.

I imagine that we recognize that our struggle is our struggle, our pain is our pain, and our well-being is inextricably intertwined with pain.

I imagine that we cultivate compassion within ourselves and inspire others to do the same. We must foster a culture that values ​​empathy, where the cries of those who suffer are not ignored, but met with unbreakable support and understanding.

Let us be the ones who break the cycle of difference, who choose compassion rather than apathy. Together, we can weave a tapestry of compassion that transcends borders, transcends the barriers that divide us and unites us in our shared humanity.

But to be able to see where all this pleasure comes from, it is worth the time, the price, and the reverence. But to be able to see where all this time comes from, it is worth the price and the pleasure of the bow.