Fragment 12 — Scratching Around for Compassion

We offer compassion outward because guilt feels safer than growth.
But when it comes to our own footsteps, we give ourselves almost nothing.
A sorry affair — like scratching down the back of the sofa for change and finding only biscuit crumbs.

The least we owe ourselves is to try.

And if safety is at the heart of our hesitation...what is the handrail that can steady us on our path?