Let's look at the words:

Compassion.

Com – pass – I – on.

A whisper in a loud world.

A call to presence, to self-love, to connection.

"Com" – with.

"Pass" – movement.

"I" – the self.

"On" – forward.

Compassion moves with you.

It doesn't demand perfection.

It asks you to show up—to honour who you are,

where you've come from,

and who you are still becoming.

Don't worry about living someone else's life.

That's not compassion.

That's forgetting yourself.

Compassion is not about denial.

It's about remembering—

Remembering your value.

Showing gratitude to the self

that wakes up each day and keeps going.

Imagine the whole world

pausing, just for one second,

to offer someone—even a stranger—compassion.

What would shift?

What could heal?

At times, we lose our way.

And instead of stopping to reflect,

we blame, we deflect, we rush.

But that isn't compassion.

Compassion is a soft place to land.

It is the moment you realise

it's okay to be human.

To nurture. To care.

To love gently.

To offer yourself the same tenderness

you long to give others.

So, pause.

Breathe.

Ask yourself today—not tomorrow, not yesterday—

How can I have compassion for myself today?

It's not selfish.

It's sacred.