We humans do not understand compassion. In each moment of our lives, we betray it. Aye, we know of its worth, yet in knowing we then attach to it a value, we guard the giving of it, believing it must be earned, T’lan Imass. Compassion is priceless in the truest sense of the wold. It must be given freely. In abundance.
Interpretation
Compassion should be given freely without attaching conditions or expectations to it.
In this quote, Steven Erikson reflects on the nature of compassion and how humans often fail to embody it. Despite recognizing its immense worth, people tend to guard their compassion, believing it needs to be earned rather than freely given. True compassion, according to Erikson, is priceless and should flow abundantly, without reservations or conditions.
In practice
During a speech on kindness, you can use this quote to emphasize the importance of giving compassion without expecting anything in return.
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