Life is strange, but there is beauty in that too. I think, in our life, we are bound to meet certain people at certain points in our life. For example, if you had not met the beggar man who was sleeping on a cupboard in front of the supermarket you frequently visited, would you have realised how privileged your life has been, all this time?
How futile was your worry of not being able to buy your little wants and cravings, where there was someone, an old man, who perhaps, whose life was so much better of you prior to this particular fate of his now — who would wish to live a day as you? Not for who you were, but for what you had. How would you realise the blessings you have received, if the world did not teach you to look at those below you?
Similarly, our capacity to be kind is gradually increasing, if we meet all sorts of people. I wish to be a little kinder, day by day. In this world where cruelty and injustice accompany one another like a filial company they are…I wish to make it a little kinder, a little better, for those who desperately need kindness to move forward in life.
Do you know that mankind is full of reasons? We establish reasons to create orders, orders create society, society creates norms. But sometimes, the norms are not always balanced. There is bound to be inequality. How do you suppose civilisation was able to build itself ever since ancient ages?
Life is strange…even when it brought me people who inflicted wounds and cuts; who took me for an advantage for whatever reason it may be…yet I am still kind, still provide a room for a little grace, a small faith in people. Because that is what kindness is. It is not doing something for someone else because they cannot, but because you can.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau once said, ‘What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?’ The act of kindness transcends intellect and logic because it reaches the heart. True wisdom recognises that society without compassion is empty.
So, remember this; while some people carry swords, let us carry warmth. A warmth that feels like a long, affectionate embrace from the sun. Because in a world that can be cold and unforgiving, that is no small deed.
A sip of kindness can be life itself to someone drowning in loneliness, despair, or weariness. A word, a gesture, a moment of understanding…it may seem small to you, but to another, these are wealth that they cannot afford.
Therefore, I will continue on being kind and spread it, be it a stranger or a friend, an acquaintance or a relative. Not because the world is always kind to me, but because kindness is who I am.
Ad astra per aspera, Sofea.
