Why is kindness hard?
Kindness is something that we don’t see much of any more. And that’s a crying shame. It costs nothing to be kind, to pay that compliment or smile that smile.
And yet, there’s a shortage of kindness in this world. Why is that? Are we afraid to be different from the rest? Are we just unaware?
I don’t know why kindness isn’t our first instinct – children are certainly kind. Does that mean that we’re taught different by society?
Whatever the reasoning behind it, I find myself having to consciously remember to be kind at times, to remember that selfishness has no benefit.
It makes me sad.
The most tragic thing of all, I think, is that it’s easier to be kind to strangers sometimes, easier because it’s often just one throwaway action rather than consciously making a continued effort.
It makes me very sad.
It also makes me that much more determined.