I can't empathize with people

The Buddha's way of thinking is that no one should be hurt because they don't want to hurt anyone.
Don't do anything to others that you don't like.
In other words, you imagine others by replacing them with yourself.
When it comes to joy, do you imagine others by replacing them with yourself, or do others and yourself say “hooray!” Why don't you imagine them being happy (like a soccer supporter)?
Incidentally, “mercy meditation” is introduced on the website of the Japan Terawada Buddhist Association.
Why don't you try it?

Aren't you happy or happy when someone does something for you?
When you encounter something happy, why don't you smile involuntarily?

Even if you're not interested in other people's smiles, you can't deny your own.

Actually, so are others.

Everyone really knows that smiling is the easiest and most enjoyable time.

But working for others is bothersome.

In other words, let's call it a profit and loss feeling, or it's an emotion that occurs because the action is not spontaneous, even if it's bothersome or bothersome.

Simply put, it becomes troublesome and bothersome because you think about something from the standpoint of being told by someone or something you have to do.

Volunteering or doing something for someone else is always voluntary.

Even if someone tells me to “do it,” I do it because I have decided to “do it.”
Even “I don't want to do it, but I'll do it,” they choose “do it.”

The results of the actions I have decided to “do” come back as a smile.
When the smile that comes back is commensurate with one's own actions, the feeling of wanting to smile again or to see someone happy also leads to the next “do,” and a cycle spontaneously develops.

Of course, I don't always get results commensurate with my actions.
There are times when you think that even though you've tried this hard...
This is what everyone thinks.

But smiles aren't born where there isn't some kind of action.
If someone doesn't take action, you won't even be able to smile.
It's fun watching TV, playing games, reading comics, and eating.
But TV, games, comics, and meals are always created by someone's actions.

Actually, it is precisely because everyone knows it somewhere in their heart, that if they continue not to act, it can also be a trigger for self-loathing and escape from reality.

For someone else, in other words, for yourself.

It's the first time someone makes me smile.

Hello, Polepole.
For example, those who shed tears in movies and those who don't, change due to differences in empathy, psychological distance, whether they pour out their feelings, and whether they have had such experiences or experiences themselves.
My husband, who couldn't sympathize with “Frozen” and couldn't cry at all, said, “I don't have the ability to empathize as a person who can't cry in that story!” It seems that there is a true story about being abandoned by his wife. (Empathize with your wife and husband too)
“Eh! Why do you cry there?” This is not limited to moving movies, and the same can be said for the pressure points of laughter. (My answers are ridiculous; one-quarter of them are mixed with jokes and comedy in order to get rid of the nervousness of the questioner, but it arouses antipathy from serious people and those who don't understand the purpose.
Even if it's a painful incident in the world, my heart aches when I watch the news with too much emotion poured out, just like my own.
That's not the case when it comes to whether it's good to have a high level of empathy, no matter what.
(It's coming soon) When I say something like this, I turn 00 fans into enemies, but when I was a student, I can't say the name of that sport, but when I saw a certain sport where you kick a black and white ball and kick it into a huge half-open basket, or a sport where you hit a small white ball far away with a metal or wooden stick in the heat of midsummer, I was sweaty and even paid money to watch and win and lose and cry enthusiastically when I was in high school, “You Are they okay?” “Why are they crying over these people?” “Do you cry that much in sumo, table tennis, and kendo?” “Why do you cry when you win or lose doesn't mean you've won or lost? Should I be so enthusiastic about someone else's affairs?” I really thought they were crazy people whose meaning was unknown.
I have now greatly reflected on that idea and have changed it. I'm very sorry. I drastically changed my mind, saying, “I'm sure summer's head was freaking out due to the heat.” (↑ it hasn't been changed at all) Ah, this is where I laugh.
OK, conclusion. Therefore, your abilities are also a wonderful power to maintain a good sense of distance if you use them well. I recommend stories like “The Cat Who Lived a Million Times?”
It means that when you have something important other than yourself, it completely changes.
Oh, I love soccer and baseball. I'm not crying, though. Did you sympathize with this story? (._.)

I'm making stairs on the hill to climb to the grave for my mentor and mother who are getting older. A staircase isn't a big deal; it's as simple as sticking two wooden stakes into the ground, hooking a log to it, holding the soil, and turning it into a step.
I didn't want to spend as much money as possible, and in the Zen sect, this kind of thing is a great form of ascetic practice called samu (samu), so I decided to make it as much as possible with things from the temple. Go into the back mountain, cut the tree with a saw, drag it, carry it, cut it into appropriate sizes, peel off the skin with a machete, and sharpen the stake that sticks to the ground. Then, drive in the stake with a hammer that is up to the waist, dig the ground with a scoop, fit the log, cover it with soil, and apply water with a jug to harden it.

It doesn't seem like a big deal when you write it like this, but when you try it, it's full of things you don't understand, and it's full of difficult things. For example, even if you sweat and hit it hard with a hammer, it only gets into the ground about 1 millimeter at a time...
I'm sick of it, so let's stop it already! Just when I thought, “Isn't this how power can be conveyed?” I had an epiphany and got the hang of it, but right after that, my hammer got fired... my master had been around since I was a kid, so the tree was decaying...

So, as I dropped my shoulders and went home, I suddenly thought about it. “There are people who have been doing such difficult work for decades... that's amazing... I wonder how I can come up with a saw... I can't even make steelmaking myself... after all, I have to spare no effort to pay for my work as a feeling of gratitude...”

After all, empathy is an accumulation of struggling on one's own in this way. Also, if you take the experience of being involved in the growth of others at work or at home seriously, it will change.