What is more important: to be empathetic or to be honest?
You can’t be both at the same time. Because let’s just say we don’t want to hear the truth. We don’t want to confront ourselves. We want to believe that we’re doing the right thing, but right thing is not a leftover mousse cake in your refrigerator that you’re going to go back to and eat. You have to work hard for it. You have to put yourself out there and earn it, discover it for yourself.
It takes every bit of courage that you can find, every source of inspiration that you’ve access to. And yet you can’t predict the aftermath. You just give it a go and watch for what comes next.
Empathy on the other hand is healing. But it can be dangerously delusional. Especially if the person gets hooked to the idea of an easy struggle. It is detrimental long term.
Life is not easy. And it doesn’t get better with time.
To actually look life in the eye, and to believe that you’re doing that are two separate things.
But what is the right time to accept that?
What is the right time to hear that?
This seems to be one of the biggest dilemmas of my life.
To be instinctively honest makes you a little less of an empathetic soul. But a premature truth does more harm than good. It’s like prescribing an antibiotic in underdoses. Even though you’re prescribing the right thing , you just paradoxically end up building the pathogen’s resistance.
And so an immature truth does that. It desensitises you to reality.
It is an intricate balance.
One that is very hard to figure out.