Showing posts with label compassion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label compassion. Show all posts

Monday, 21 December 2009

The compassionate life

I've been thinking about compassion a lot recently.  I guess, in some ways, the concept has been a recurring theme in my blog since I first read about Zen and Buddhism however-many years ago, and I've been intrigued for a while about a book called The Compassionate Life, although I've never got any further than the sample chapter you can read on Amazon.

Compassion is, without a doubt, the one thing "that there's just too little of".  I'd say this more so than love, since people will kill for love but you rarely hear of anyone killing for compassion.  I read somewhere an anecdote about the Dalai Lama being asked about compassion.  The questioner had said they struggled with universal compassion, finding it difficult to feel compassionate about a man they had seen beating a dog, in the street.  The Dalai Lama had replied you should feel the same compassion for the man as you do for the dog. 

To many people that must sound far too liberal, too soft, and ridiculous.  It's beautiful, but is it practical?

I read in the news today about a 4 year old girl who is learning and teaching people about compassion.  Sophie Gallagher wouldn't accept there was nothing she could personally do to help people sleeping rough in these exceptionally cold nights (and it is far, far colder where she is than it is here, I'm sure) -- and now she will be donating about 100 blankets and soft toys she has collected.

The Novelista Barista recently appealed for blankets for the dogs at the shelter where she volunteers.  I was inspired by it to want to help.  Because I live in a different country, sending blankets wasn't a very sensible option, but I wanted to feel more proactive than donating money.  Instead, I researched animal shelters in London, and have contacted Battersea Dog's Home -- who have graciously accepted an offer of donated blankets.  The girl and I have exactly the blankets in mind to donate, too -- so will be dropping some off either this week or next.

Earlier this year, I raised £4,000 for Macmillan Cancer Support in memory of my aunt who had lost her own battle with cancer a few years back, and everyone else affected by it every day.

I don't mention these examples of compassion because I want people to say what a good person I am -- but because I find the trouble is with all of these things are is nothing ever feels like enough.  I know that something is better than nothing, intellectually at least -- but what's £4,000 when you can raise 5?  What's a couple of blankets compared to as many as you can carry -- or as many as you can fill a car with?  And what about the people in the street begging for change I walk past every day without donating to?  I justify it by saying to myself that they are probably junkies, but does that make them less worthy of compassion?  Does that mean they will feel the cold any less?  Maybe I should be buying them coffees, giving them blankets?

When Vanessa Galagher explained to her daughter about charities that help people who are homeless, Sophie didn't accept this as good enough.  Perhaps the concept is too abstract for a 4-year-old?  Try and explain how if you give one person a blanket you keep that one person warm, but by making regular contributions to a recognised charity you could help many more people in a variety of ways...  If you give someone begging a few coins, maybe they will buy a coffee, maybe they will buy drugs, but you are doing nothing to get them off the streets.  But again it comes back to how much is enough?  You can help one charity, or you can help five, or fifty-five -- but you can't see where it stops, so instead you don't do anything.  I don't know what the Dalai Lama would have to say about it, perhaps he'd mention something else I clearly struggle with: acceptance.

Back finally to compassion.  In the news recently is controversey about the use of reasonable force in protecting your home.  While some newspapers like the Daily Mail are crying the world's gone mad when a man is jailed for defending his home and family, they tend not to mention that while this man and his family were terrorised by violent intruders, he did then chase one of them down the road, and when the intruder fell to the ground, proceeded to beat him with a cricket bat, leaving him with permanent brain damage.  This isn't in the same league as the Croc-Wrestling Wife Lobber and his catapult.  Perhaps both would benefit from compassion.

Ernesto 'Che' Guevara once said the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love, and I think this brings the post full-circle in the debate on compassion.