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Barren

Emotions are like the bottomless ocean. You look at a puppy and all you feel is love. You feel unloved by your beloved and suddenly all you can feel is this sinking feeling in your stomach. There's no end to it, and you don't know how to stop.

But, when you look at your favorite character suffer, you feel endless pain too. The only difference between the two is the fact that the latter are not your emotions, they're, in fact, a result of what we know to be empathy.

All my life, I have felt what others feel. When my friend gets sad, I'm sad, and just one smile of theirs can make me happy like never before.
Empathy is greatest of all emotions, for it is as simple as feeling what the other is feeling, but so much more.
You look at it and see that empathy encloses within itself every emotion a human can feel.

Now, imagine feeling nothing but empathy.

It's like having all the air in the world, but not being able to breathe. For, when I feel what everyone else feels, somewhere down the line, my ability to feel is lost. Helplessness and confusion is what I'm supposed to feel in a situation like this, but all I feel is nothing of my own.

In most scenarios, I act like the way I do simply based on what my reaction should be.
And thus, all I can do is question the intensity of my emotions. I feel like someone who is flaky and knows not the depth of the emotions that one feels, and yet can do nothing about it.
Funny, for they say that empathy is not for those who do not get the intensity of emotion, but even when there is so much love inside of one, we question our ability to feel it.

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