Sensitivity

As long as the yowl of a calf brings tears to your eyes, you belong to that rarest species called the Sensitive. The unitary world around will bawl at you, can plump up your wistfulness. But be sure that you are not alone. Visit the hospice. Visit those who are on the verge of the finishing line of this race named life. Palliate your rage being one of them, sharing their joy, getting blown by their insurgency to the prejudiced status quo. It may seem palpable that they are suffering for Karma. Deep down you know that Karma is only an excuse to turn your face away, to abrogate and relinquish the debt of responsibility we all owe to the liminal.