The border.

Finale "The other person's coat." For thought.

"Pity sees, responsibility weighs — and drawing a line between the two is not heartlessness, but maturity."

There is a point where a person is no longer indifferent, but not yet responsible.

This is called pity.

We see the children.

We feel the mess that is not only in the rooms, but also in their lives.

And we know: they could live differently.

Pity draws us closer at this time.

But responsibility stops us.

Because not everything that hurts is our business.

And not every lack that we notice is a request.

There are places where help would not be a solution, but a replacement.

And a replacement only pushes the one who should step forward further.

The children's sentences cut deeper than the mess.

But pain is not a legal title.

And love does not oblige us to live someone else's life instead of our own.

Responsibility has its limits.

Not from the heart, but from strength.

And he who recognizes this limit will not become harder, but purer.

Pity is compassion.

Responsibility is a decision.

Standing between the two is not easy.

But there remains a human being.

"Not every pain asks me to live."