“Our human compassion binds us the one to the other – not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learnt how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future.” -Nelson Mandela
Who is this mysterious character that has somehow managed to avoid being wounded by the sting of death?
Where is this great object of the world’s envy who has neither tasted defeat nor known the experience of love lost?
Show me the man who’s never had his heart broken by love unreciprocated?
Show me the woman who has never know the pain of feeling invisible?
Show me the child who has never had to forgive their parents for some great sin of commission or omission?
We are all victims of someone or something.
I do not know your pain, but it is also true that you do not know mine.
My life would crush you beneath its feet were you required to live it. And I am more than certain that I would have long been dead had I been required to carry the burdens that were designed for you.
We are all rooted in the human condition.
We all wear a unique crown of suffering.
We all have our crosses to bear.
Why insult one another’s humanity by raving righteously about how one man’s cross is heavier than another’s?
You carry your cross, I’ll carry mine, and let us walk beside each other as brothers, as sisters, as kinsfolk. And perhaps we can laugh together, shed tears together, share stories together, and even uphold our heavy loads together, but the emphasis, above all else, will be on our togetherness.
For this is what it means to be human: to know that, in all things, we are fundamentally together.