The sort of hurt I can feel and as much empathy I can gander from the uncertain sensitivity I possess, is probably one of the most useless kind of hurts and one of the most worthless kind of empathy.  Sometimes, I can ask myself whether it is merely a 'prince mentality'. The sort of nice guy ruler that decides to spend some time with the local peasants, tries his best to fit into the general communal setting and has his heart wrenched out by the sights of what he observes. And thats merely it. He observes. He experiences. His behavior thereafter would be a choice between an unjustified 'saviour complex' or a selfish philosophical muse.

Unjustified - because how do you know what shes really going through and why do you expect that theres anything you can do to help?

 

Selfish - because after the feeble agony (which -I am angry with the English language having such a term with negative connotation- apparently stems from pity), you can't help but tolerate the pain of the individuals from lens at a distance.

Well, speaking more objectively, its not exactly a useless kind of hurt. Such a kind of hurt was the hurt which had spurred the idealistic bunch into action. Such a kind of agony allowed the power of moral pressure to actually exist. So yes, there is the political value of it. 

But beyond such practical out-workings on international arenas- when your not talking about deaths in terms of statistics but persons, when your not crafting an action plan to ensure freedom but just at a loss for words in front of someone whose freedom was violated too many times, when your see a situation that is painfully, morally and emotionally complex and try not to feel like a fool when you mumble uncertainly, "you must be strong...", when the academic concepts dissolve and you come face to face with a reality...

one realises that he is helpless. 

And in the comfort of his tent, he continues to hear the rain hammer onto the paraffin-coated canvas. Maybe, getting out of the tent and entering the rain will be a good idea. 

Not just because the rain will hide his tears, but more because he wants to be there for her.