Since the world began to resonate,
we have been receiving waves from every direction.
Waves of information, waves of emotion—
and at times, waves of someone’s pain.
Once, the pain of others was far away.
We could see it, hear it,
and still keep it outside our own lives.
But now it is different.
Pain arrives as images, as words,
reaching us within seconds.
Before we know it, the echo settles deep within,
and the suffering of a stranger
breathes quietly inside our own chest.
Ⅰ. The Fatigue of Resonance
The more strongly we can feel,
the heavier the world becomes.
We cry at the news.
We flinch at the anger pulsing through our feeds.
Sometimes we call that “kindness,”
other times we call it “weakness.”
But it is neither.
It simply means our surface of contact with the world has widened.
We now live in a structure
where every pain can reach us.
When we touch, we resonate;
when we resonate, we grow tired.
That is the unavoidable rhythm of this age.
Ⅱ. The Guilt of Turning Away
And so, many of us waver.
To feel the pain is to suffer;
to step back from it feels cold.
Here, conformity pressure shows its face.
“Did you not see?” “Don’t you care?”
We accuse ourselves before anyone else can.
Yet true coldness
is not the absence of feeling—
it is to feel, and then be swept away by it.
To be engulfed by a wave of pain
and to observe it quietly
are not the same.
The first consumes;
the second transforms.
Ⅲ. Maturity Through Transparency
To transmit or let through
is neither to reject nor to absorb.
It is to let the wave pass
and turn it into sound within oneself.
When faced with sorrow,
do not rush to act or to speak.
First, allow the wave
to pass silently through your chest.
In time, that wave becomes
a wordless prayer,
a gentle gaze offered to another.
That is the maturity of resonance—
the power to return pain not as echo,
but as stillness.
Transparency is the third way
between blindness and burden:
not to ignore the world’s sorrow,
nor to carry it all,
but to let it pass and transform.
This quiet kind of compassion
is the sensibility we need
to live through the age of resonance.
We can no longer live untouched by pain—
but we are not powerless.
To receive a wave,
to shape it,
and to return it as calm—
that itself becomes a form of prayer,
wrapping someone else’s heart in quiet.
And so, perhaps,
the resonance of the world
is slowly moving toward
a deeper harmony.