Pant Load
Are you walking about with a pant load on?
As an empath, I speak from direct observation of our society.
Are you like the average three-year-old walking about with a loaded diaper?
Totally unaware?
Totally unaware of the stink left behind you?
I liken being an empath to being able to see germs.
I see germs.
I see the germs when you’re self-absorbed.
I see the germs when you disregard safety rules.
I see the germs when you neglect to care for others.
I see the germs when you don’t care about yourself.
Our society has waves of people in the wave pool with a pant load on.
They are unaware of the wake of suffering, of pain left behind them.
As Joseph Campbell observed, all of Western Society has lost touch with those rituals that told a person they no longer are a child; they are now an adult.
Children don’t think about the pant load they have on.
Adults do.
Adults can smell the problem and take action.
They clean it up.
The person who blocks the sidewalk, the person who runs you down in the crosswalk, the person who gives you the finger, the person who doesn’t pay taxes, the person who lies to gain power, the person who kneels on your neck all have a pant load on.
They suffer from not having empathy.
They suffer from not even having sympathy.
No one told them they needed to wipe their behinds.
Showed them how to wash their hands.
How to share and be a part of society.
Told them about love and charity.
Like children left to raise themselves, they don’t get what it takes to have a brotherhood of man.
They have no touchstone of what it means to be an adult.
They’re making it up as they go.
Those of us that can see and smell have an obligation.
Our privilege is to tell society to wash up.
Be a teacher, not a preacher.
Get itself right.
Get clean.
Drop hate.
Then join us at the table where love washes down and hope lifts us all up.
Peace
DFrey