Beyond Pity
Beyond Pity
By Drakovi Bloodrose
There’s no pity left in me for anyone. I don’t mean I don’t care; I mean pity has no place in how I see people. It’s like watering a plant with only enough for a single day—it does nothing to sustain. Real empathy, real compassion, that’s the foundation I want to build on. But pity? It’s empty, and it cheapens what someone else is going through, as if all they need is someone to feel sorry for them.
When you pity someone, you put them in a corner, like they're trapped in their story, and I refuse to see anyone that way. Instead, I believe in seeing people for their resilience, for the fires they’ve walked through that have strengthened them. It’s about standing beside them in the dust and saying, "I’m here; what do you need?" Not "I’m sorry you’re down there."
I don’t want pity for myself, either. If there’s something I can’t get through, I’d rather people believe I will, or let me figure out my way. We’re all capable of more than pity gives us credit for.
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