I was browsing through my instagram feed earlier and saw a post from one popular instagramer about kindness. She said something like ‘be kind to people. The world needs more kind people.’
So I just suddenly thought of being kind and how to be kind and maybe post about kindness too and spread some love and positivity and maybe, try to make this world a little bit better than it is.
But I can’t. I just can’t.
How can I talk about kindness if I can’t even be kind.
I live in this island where there are more or less 200 people. And out of 200, there are two people who I can’t be kind to. One obnoxious person who makes the word obnoxious an understatement and one who did me wrong. How can I talk about kindness if I can’t even forgive, if I can’t even remove hatred from within me.
Kindness should come from the heart and kindness should be given to everyone regardless if they need it or not. At this point of time, I only choose who I want to be kind to. Is this kindness at all?
Lately I was thinking about the posts that I publish, about the things I write here.
I was thinking of revamping my posts a bit, like start writing inspiring posts about kindness and positivity rather than my usual complaints about work and life so my dear readers can get something out of what they read.
But with this hatred inside, I just can’t write something nice. If I try to, it feels like I’m faking, I’m fooling no one else but myself.
I think before I should try hoping to make this world a kinder place, I should first learn how to be kind to the unkind. But that’s the most challenging part of being kind, isn’t it?
So as of now I can only hope, to be kinder, and later on be better.
As of now, I can only hope.