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Hear the words of Roger Waters, whose songs have carried sorrow and fire into the hearts of generations: “I’ve only ever written about one thing in my life, which is the fact that we, as human beings, have a responsibility to one another and that it’s important that we empathize with others, that we organize society so that we all become happier and we all get the life we really want.” These words are not idle musings, but the distillation of a lifetime’s struggle with meaning. They carry the ancient wisdom that no man stands alone, that no life is whole unless it is bound in love and care for others.

For to be human is not merely to exist, but to share existence. A creature without responsibility to another is no more than a beast in pursuit of its own hunger. But man, gifted with memory and imagination, is called to a higher path: to build bridges across loneliness, to carry one another’s burdens, to create a society where the many flourish rather than the few. Waters, through his art, declares what the prophets and poets have long known: the measure of a people is not wealth or conquest, but how deeply they have learned to empathize with one another.

Consider the story of Florence Nightingale, who walked among the wounded in the Crimean War. She might have turned her eyes from the suffering, as many did, and chosen comfort instead. But she saw that her life was not her own—that her responsibility was to bind wounds, to bring light into dark tents, to fight for cleaner hospitals and humane treatment. In her empathy, she did more than heal bodies; she reshaped the very structure of care in society, and by her labor countless lives were saved. She was no general, no ruler, but her greatness lay in service to others.

Or think of the civil rights marches of the 1960s. Men and women walked together, black and white, arm in arm, because they knew that dignity was not divisible. Their empathy gave them courage to face fire hoses and batons, their responsibility to one another lifted them above fear. By organizing, by demanding a society more just, they did not only win rights for some—they ennobled all. Their struggle was the living embodiment of Waters’ words: to shape a world where each could pursue the life they deserved, without chains of prejudice to bind them.

The wisdom of this quote is that true joy is never found in isolation. The man who hoards his riches may feed his stomach but starve his soul. The woman who seeks only her own success may stand high, yet find herself alone in the emptiness of her triumph. But the man or woman who acts with responsibility, who builds with empathy, who works to lift others as they rise—this one discovers a joy deeper than comfort, a happiness rooted in the flourishing of all.

The lesson for us is clear: if we wish to live meaningful lives, we must not ask only, “What do I want?” but also, “What do others need?” We must not demand a society built for the strong alone, but shape one that gives the weak and weary the chance to stand. For in helping others find the life they long for, we discover our own life enriched, full, and whole.

Therefore, O listener, let your actions be these: practice empathy daily, listening with your heart as much as with your ears. Accept the sacred responsibility to your neighbor, your family, the stranger, even your enemy. Work not only for your own prosperity, but for the shaping of a society that honors all. For if you do so, your days will not be wasted; you will know the deeper happiness Waters speaks of, the kind that cannot be bought or stolen, the kind that binds a people into one great and enduring song.