A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme
There he stands His eyes bellowing a sparkle of hope The end of a tunnel once came Wanting the pain to end. Progress led him to believe his life finished. He approached the pale man with a pen and paper The parchment wet and ink faded The pale man read his article seemingly interested The man's last words before death. His name Platt Platt read aloud the moment's last breath There the pale man lay while listening His wanting to be with his wife His children lay low Unknowing if they know But before he could finish The pale man frayed his heart Platt in dismay by the destruction Where he go his love unknown The last words he spoke to his beloved: " I live for you my dear I live for our children I live for freedom I live to be alive I know not what it is you are doing I can only imagine This is the last you will ever hear of me The last glimmering hope to you once more I wish this to be meaningful, Hope drives us to believe in the most fantastical things I can only dream of