This was potentially the hardest piece of writing I have ever tried to write. This essay explores my difficulties coming to terms with charity and compassion within myself and my group members.
The biggest change I have made to this essay has been trying to make it more objective at the advice of Professor Bennion. I've tried to do so, meaning I've been forced to try and make sense of it and see it from all angles. It is still a work in progress, but I think I am getting closer.
I'm also trying to add more descriptions and make the writing more clear in general. I'm having some of the same issues I had with "A Bus to Dharamasla" in keeping the present and past separated.
Here are some posts that helped inspire this essay:
The biggest change I have made to this essay has been trying to make it more objective at the advice of Professor Bennion. I've tried to do so, meaning I've been forced to try and make sense of it and see it from all angles. It is still a work in progress, but I think I am getting closer.
I'm also trying to add more descriptions and make the writing more clear in general. I'm having some of the same issues I had with "A Bus to Dharamasla" in keeping the present and past separated.
Here are some posts that helped inspire this essay:
- Listen to the Om Mani Padme Hum mantra for compassion
- A few segments from a first draft (forthcoming)
- Maybe a few journal entries (forthcoming)
- Feedback from Professor Bennion (especially the victim and objectivity parts)
- I need more ideas...
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