Sad. On many levels. Seems like me, my neighbors, my friends, relatives, complete strangers, city, state, country, are all in decline right now and I don’t see things getting better before they get worse. It’s an okay type of sadness, because who wouldn’t be sad about all that, I mean, what kind of amoral, self absorbed, and utterly detached moron would look at this dumpster fire of a fucking timeline, and think, “wow, this is really good!”
The problem with compassion is that it hurts. A lot, and it’s almost constant. It’s kind of a side effect of caring about others: you see them hurt themselves, and you get angry because, after all, this person is hurting someone you care about!
Combine that with empathy, and you have a recipe for a continually broken heart. I would still consider that healthy, and I would choose that over a blithe, forced positivity, because the former is real. I would rather have a broken heart, because, paradoxically, that means my heart is working.