I often look at them and think, is this love or sympathy?

I often look at them and think, is this love or sympathy? You know that feeling of being caught up in your own thoughts, and never being able to find the answers. Love – vague but beautiful, sympathy- again vague but essential.  Sympathy because you love them or you love them because you feel sympathetic.  I have always been caught up with this. I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. People hate sympathy but it isn't a bad thing, or is it?

Oh look, he needs love, so I’m giving him that warmth or Oh look he is adorable, and I love him.

Oh look, she does not have a supportive family, so I will give her as much support as I can, or oh look she can do wonders, why not support her as much as I can.

Conflicting mind, kind soul is a weird combination. You never know if it’s the mind that makes you feel for someone or the soul. Those lovely little sparkling eyes make you do things or that kind little heart inside you is enough to pick up the brush and paint the future. I have wondered all my life, trying to figure out if its just me, myself or is it influenced by an external condition, force or whatever.

Is sympathy really bad, or is this another mindset society has created for man? Is humanity a condition or is it a natural everyday life process, I wonder. She kisses my palms, looking at my mehendi. She saves some candy just so that she can share it with me. He draws a new animal everyday to get those little stars from me. He smiles a million times, because I like smiling faces.  I look at him and wonder what will he grow up to be. I look at her and think what will be her next question.

They all leave home and come to me for 5 hours, because they love me, being around, or because school is compulsory. They come because they want to get out of those tiny houses, or because they really love me?

I wonder. I wonder each day. Is it sympathy that keeps me going or is it empathy?