Why not hurt others

When someone doesn’t put themselves in your shoes, it’s not that they don’t know how to do it, it’s that they simply don’t want to.
Because empathy is much more complicated than autonomy.
It requires a transfer from I to you.
To accept that no pain is alien to me.
To admit that I am vulnerable.

We are all responsible for feeding that void.
To admire people who only think of them.
Of confusing strength with independence.
But they and they are still alone.
In that yard.

Incapable of realizing that we are all the same.
It’s sad to go through this world without feeling part of the whole.
Not understanding that every rock, every moose, every blade of the keeper and his rye,
each drop of rule, each cut nail,
each wheel wearing little by little around the outer edge.
it’s you.

And I am.
I can’t not know that.
I look at you and I see myself in the other possibility.
On the other side of the moon
That’s why I try not to hurt.
Because I don’t want to hurt myself anymore.
Because it’s the only promise I’ve ever made to the world.

Empathy is our way of feeling grateful.
Because one day we were expelled from a body.
To a sphere that floats.
In which it is so difficult to feel inside again.
In which so many and so many inevitable and frightening things happen.

The only thing we can do is avoid unnecessary damage.
That life is already in charge of making us sick and killing us.

And even if it doesn’t turn out quite right.
It will be worth it.
Because that moment
It will be love.
And it will be cute.