To me the challenging part is when I see myself in people. Especially people I do not like or don’t aspire to become like them. But they are me too, I guess. I understand their pain. I don’t think I feel it, but I understand it. And hence, I’m also my drunk and substance abuse patient who doesn’t know that poop himself, and I understand his pain, and the set of ill fated illusions that took him there, to that dark path from which he won’t be able to escape. Not in this life.

Thank you for bringing forth this questions.
Pablo