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Windows, Walls, and Other Borders
You sit behind your own glass, watching the world move in its uncertain patterns. Sometimes, the glass feels like a window, sometimes a barrier. There are mornings when gratitude is easy. You count the certainties, the simple reliefs. Coffee, a door that locks, the quiet hum of appliances. The ordinary warmth of knowing where your next meal will come from.
But there are days you sense how thin the barrier is. It is easy to forget how luck arranges the rooms we wake up in. You reach for bread and remember, distantly, that someone else is learning to live without it. Empathy is not automatic. Sometimes it has to be chosen, even rehearsed, like a language you fear you are forgetting.
If You Woke Up Elsewhere
What if you woke up in a life you only read about? What if the aches you scroll past each morning were your own? The thought lands heavy. You imagine the cold floor, the ache of an empty stomach, the look a parent gives a child when there is nothing left to give.
You have imagined these things before. In line at the supermarket, when you see a child counting coins with careful hope. At night, reading headlines you want to ignore. In these moments, you trade places in your mind, stepping through the glass, trying on a world that does not wait for you.
But imagination is not experience. You never stay long. It is easier to return to comfort, to routines that do not demand apology. Still, sometimes the glass fogs with your own breath, and for a second, the world on the other side becomes unbearably close.
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Hunger, Fear, and Small Defiances
How do we live with this knowledge? That suffering is near, not just in other countries or distant cities, but on the other side of our own streets. You remember the stories. The girl who walks miles for water. The man sleeping beneath neon lights, coat zipped to his chin, clutching his belongings like anchors. The mother rationing silence so her children do not hear the panic in her voice. The young man who chooses which bill to pay, which hope to postpone.
If you changed places, just for a day, what would you carry home? Would you bring back a new kind of gratitude, or a sadness that never lets you rest? Would you hold your comfort differently, or would you do anything to forget?
Sometimes you wonder how many versions of yourself you might have become if just one circumstance changed. If your country was different. If your parents were strangers. If your morning started with dust, or the sound of distant sirens, or the need to walk alone through fear.
The Weight of Seeing
Some lessons arrive quietly, like a crack in the glass that widens each time you look away. You learn that luck is not a virtue, that compassion is not always soft. Sometimes it aches. Sometimes it feels like a burden. But you keep looking, keep learning, keep letting the world in.
You tell yourself that noticing matters, even if it changes nothing. You pour coffee for yourself and imagine a different morning, in a different room, with nothing waiting for you but hunger and noise. You want to believe empathy is enough. Some days, you almost do.
Sometimes you remember the small gestures that have come your way, or that you have given. A coin in a cup. A shared umbrella. A silent nod to someone standing in the rain, invisible to most. Small offerings, perhaps, but they are the cracks that let something kinder pass through.
The Ache That Follows
But always, there is the glass. You wipe away the fog, and the world keeps moving. Someone else wakes to an ache you will never know. And you wonder, not for the first time, what it would mean to live in a world where the glass disappears.
Some nights, you find yourself awake, thinking of faces you have never seen and voices you will never hear. The ache is not guilt, but recognition: that the lottery of birth and place is not something anyone chooses. That some silences are born from absence, not peace. That to truly see someone is to risk being changed by their pain.
You get up, pour another cup, open a window to the street below. For a moment, you listen, not for answers, but for evidence of life continuing. Sirens, laughter, an engine coughing awake. You remember that comfort is not the default state of the world. That kindness, like hunger, is always searching for a place to land.
Through the Glass, a Note Returns
And so you return to your routines. You live your own story. But something is different. You are gentler with the world, and with yourself. You know the glass is still there, but maybe it is not as thick as you once believed.
Empathy is not a perfect cure. It is a practice, a decision to look again, to imagine again, to let your own comfort be unsettled just long enough to feel the pulse of someone else’s morning.
On some days, that is all you can do. On the best days, it is enough.
If you want to carry a piece of this reflection with you, these Empathy Conversation Cards from Amazon are a thoughtful reminder that empathy is a daily choice. Sometimes all it takes is a page and a pause.
Thanks for reading . Written by Jon from ClickWorldDaily
I write stories for those who feel things deeply, but quietly.
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The Scarecrow Who Sang Anyway A story about persistence, invisible longing, and the quiet beauty of showing up anyway.
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I Built a Bridge For Us and You Watched It Burn On what is lost and found in the effort to connect, and what remains when we are left alone with our own ache.
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