Being compassionate is the goal for being alive. Is this correct? Is there a goal for being alive, or is it an aimless activity like being red, or being small? If there is a goal, it is probably something hippy-dippy like being compassionate.
Someday I will die, and join in with whatever it is we do when we're not being alive. I hope it is easier than being alive. That's what people who die then come back say- that it feels like falling asleep. I love sleeping, so I'll probably be into it.
There are a few characters in my story that I have a hard time feeling compassion for. There are some people who make me feel squirmy and gross when I think of them. There are some people who make me feel sad when I think of them. There are some people who seem like cardboard cutouts; I can't imagine that an inner life propels their actions.
I went to a psychic for the first time last week, and she told me I was coming to the end of three year period where I was getting trampled on by lots of people. But all those people were going to get theirs soon.
Do I even want them to get theirs? Most of them won't realize they're getting theirs. Most of them don't think they did anything that warrants karma. I would rather they all wrote long memoirs about how realizing that they were jerks to me changed their lives for the better and thanking me for my compassion.
So maybe my desire for adulation is what's holding me back. Or maybe I'm not being held back.