I feel ya. As in I feel ya man, I understand. That’s because of empathy. I understand feelings, emotions, sadness and happiness that you convey.
Empathy is the capacity to recognize and, to some extent, share feelings (such as sadness or happiness)
Empathy is not easily overlooked. It’s not only one of the things that makes us human, but it ties us together. In Daniel Pink’s chapter Empathy, he uses a very awesome example. He shows two pictures, side by side. In one picture, he’s smiling. In the other picture, he’s also smiling. The difference is that one is a genuine smile caused by something humorous someone said while the other is a forced smile, when there’s nothing funny to laugh or smile at.
What’s interesting is that I was immediately able to point out which is which. This is the concept of empathy. Humans can express their emotion in amazing ways and other humans are able to pick up on that, like a universal language.
For this chapter, there are a few exercises that interested me. The first was the activity on Volunteer work. All it requires is for you to go volunteer. Although this isn’t something I can go out and simply do as an assignment, I think it’s an important concept. My mother has always encouraged volunteer work. In high school, we were required to turn in 10 hours of community service per year. That’s not bad at all. By the end of the year, I had turned in 110 hours of community service. It’s not about the hours, it’s about what it means.
Volunteer work is a basic way to show that you care. It shows other’s that emotion. By volunteering, you’re identifying with less fortunate people. Even if it’s something insignificant like picking up trash on the side of the road, people will see that and empathize with the wonderful, selfless work that you’re doing. For that reason, and because I’ve learned that helping others is often the best way to help yourself, I will never stop volunteering. I remember that one of the happiest, most enjoyable experiences in my life was pain-staking manual labor on a mission trip for hours on end. It’s not what you do, it’s why you do it.
Another exercise that I really truly did identify with is the exercise on cards. It says that instead of buying cards, try making them by hand. This shows that you care. This is almost a verbatim repeat of what my mom always told me as a child. I never use pre-made birthday cards. It’s not because I’m cheap, but because of what my mom taught me. I used to do it, not complain about it, nor care about it. It didn’t make a difference, but I didn’t truly understand. One year for my birthday, I got a large amount of cards, as usual. But my favorite was the piece of paper with a picture of the person and very sloppy handwriting and drawings in crayon, from my little sunday school student. The effort makes one identify and feel empathy.
Here’s the way I used to love to do my birthday cards (colors unavailable). This is about what they looked like when I was doing them as a younger child…