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The Journal of Maria Terezia Ferencz compunction \kuhm-PUHNK-shuhn\, noun:
08/09/2006 11:52 a.m.
Compunction: 1. Anxiety or deep unease proceeding from a sense of guilt or consciousness of causing pain.
2. A sting of conscience or a twinge of uneasiness; a qualm; a scruple.
This is my word for the day. I am going to meditate on this. Is it better to cause yourself pain, or to be the cause of anothers pain. What is the real answer? Do we live for ourselves or do we live for others? Do we sacrifice our own wants and needs in the name of compassion? I used to enjoy my empathy for others, now I seem to despise it at times. Where have I put my compassion for self? Which box did I pack it up in? I know it must be here somewhere. Who is more important at the end of the day, the one you must answer to in your own mind, or those on the outside of that wall? I must figure out this mystery. I must find my box. I am currently Disillusioned
I am listening to dogs playing
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