<p>Hello, this is my first time posting on here, so sorry if I’ve done something wrong. But for one of my essays, I want to show that I’m an extremely empathetic person by talking about one of my childhood interests as a child. It wouldn’t be so weird… if the interest wasn’t walking through graveyards.</p>
<p>You see, my preschool had a cemetery next to it, and I asked my mother one day to take me there. I started to walk in the grass, but my mom told me something that had a profound impact on me, which was “don’t step on the graves, there are people under there”. I processed it for a minute, and started to read the gravestones… the names. There WERE people under there. People that once had their own story: people that once played as a child like me, people that once had people and friends who loved them like me, people that laughed and cried and once saw amazing things like me … I never forgot it.</p>
<p>So every day from that point on, I wanted to stroll through cemeteries, just to read the names, to read the stories that couldn’t be read. Even out of the graveyard, I kept thinking of the person the car next to me, or the person that passed me on the street. They each had their own stories and experiences, too, but they were alive: they could be read. So now I keep thinking that humanity is like a library, but sometimes nobody shows an interest in “reading” before the “books” are gone. I feel what others feel so much that being overly empathetic can be my weakness</p>
<p>Whew! that was longer than I expected, I got a little caught up in it. So, in short, would that topic be okay, because maybe walking through graveyards as a hobby would be unsettling or just plain creepy to the readers. Any reply would be appreciated. Thank you!</p>