It was so hard to come up with an idea. How could one product even begin to encapsulate the memories, the people I crossed paths with, how I was exposed to radiance and kindness through broken children?
How could a paper begin to cover one sentence? And so I decided on a scrap book, because I wanted something that could be worn and tattered, still holding beautiful sentimental value. The virtue I hold above all others is compassion. It is the building block of my morals, the structure to my sanity. I value it in people over any other quality, a world without compassion, in my mind, would be like an artists world stripped without color. A world without love and light. I believe with all of my heart compassion keeps balance and order. It is the light. So, I interviewed people. I interviewed anyone I could find. The children I worked with, their mothers, random homeless people I met on the street, women leading alpacas, men in suits, my friends, anyone. I asked what compassion meant to them, their perspective of it. I wanted to widen the lens I have been formulating since a child on this virtue. I collected my images and interviews and put them in a journal, adorning it with color and small scrapbook necessities. But the question lingers, it always lingers as I trace my finger over photographs that melt my heart. Where do I go from here? What now? Honestly, I don't have the answer yet, but I know, down to the depths of my soul, this is what makes life worth living. Helping others. It's what makes my life beautiful, I have found my passion in humanitarian work, and this little scrapbook is the first of hundreds. I know that much.
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