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Nr. 9

Yesterday’s instagram post prompted an overwhelming showcase of empathy. I wrote an open and honest post about how my current state is. What I find peculiar is that when I write I don’t envision an audience. I go into a world of literature and references, combining it with personal thought and lyrical rhythm. It sounds almost poetic which, you will definitely notice from this blog, is not the case. However, I do try to make sense of it. I guess I’m writing to myself, which feels rewarding; thinking out loud but on paper/screen. You could argue that posting on instagram most certainly prompts at least some desire to be heard, and I guess that is true to some extent; I want my voice heard. But what drives me to post is the need to understand and instagram, because I have a small audience, it pushes me to clearly define it. I feel compelled to make it better, but most importantly it forces me to actually do something. To produce. 

That’s why I get surprised and overwhelmed when people actually reply and comment. It’s the last thing I think about when I hit post. I think of it as done, now on to the next idea. 

One of the things that all of this has revealed to me is that I want to help people. I’m not sure if I can or in what form I would be best suited. I’ve looked into charity work which sounds highly appealing, but most of the positions you need humanitarian education or experience or pay a certain amount which in return gives you an experience that sits nicely on your resumé. It’s almost strange how difficult it should be to do charity work. However I do feel there is a certain stigma around charity. Most people agree it should be there but considers it a nuisance if approached to donate. I guess it goes down to marketing and that most charity organizations don’t really get their message out there properly. What people want is to understand how the money is being spent. If I can draw a parallel to climate change; most people agree that we must save the environment, but not a lot of people put in the extra work unless it benefits them financially like electric car tax reduction etc. I think perhaps what charity organizations need is a clear message on what the money goes to and for us to see results. It’s of course not easy and I’m not that brazen to think I have the sole answer to fixing charity. But I think what charity would need is a proper overhaul in marketing. Pushing photos of starved children and piano music doesn’t do it anymore, it’s a shame, but it’s reality. We’ve grown accustomed to it. 

Wow this post just flew in an entirely different direction that I intended. That’s how the mind works I guess. One digression after another.


My point was that the love and empathy given to me is something I don’t take lightly. I want to harvest that humanistic innate empathy and turn it into something beautiful and helpful. So all in all...every time you reach out and help someone, even if it is a stranger, it can have a profound and life saving effect, and hopefully ripple and snowball too. 

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