Just an anecdote— I just watched two kids run out of the store laughing maniacally after stealing items there.
Do you know how loud someone being unkind can be in comparison to subtle kindness?
The smile behind the eyes is something people often miss.
I could never fathom why at points in people’s lives, missions are put into place whether subconsciously or not to ruin someone’s day because yours is ruined.
I’ve heard people make a joke about how bullying needs to be brought back and I think I know what they’re referring to.
Shame needs to be resuscitated. Handed out. Forced upon people.
I know there’s people in my life who have things to apologize that they never will apologize for. Why would they apologize if they don’t feel like they’ve done anything wrong?
If you are incapable of feeling culpable of your actions, I have an untraditional piece of advice.
Act like you’re sorry. Act like you’re changing by your behavior. When you practice those words and intentions, they do start to become natural and instilled in your every day demeanor.
So as to not breed insincerity, don’t be bizarre about your practice. Like you’re distraught over accidentally bumping into someone.
I’m honestly making fun of myself because I will say “I’m sorry” so fast and I hate to say that I genuinely mean it.
I’ve caught myself saying such and then I’ll turn to who accompanies me that day and say “I’m taking back my sorry”.
I handed you my kindness and you didn’t acknowledge it. If we acknowledged more kindness, even where kindness is just an extra notion, there would be less solitary and hollow loneliness.
Although I might spread my kindness, butter bread that doesn’t need to be buttered, I do so authentically. So your apprehension is absolutely unnecessary.
I’m going to end this incredibly brief thread with saying something I will not be explaining: I do not trust animal haters. Thank you. Brush your teeth and take out the trash please.
[Image Description: this is my fur baby nephew, Pico De Gallo. The weirdest personality filled dog that I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. He actively uses facial expressions to communicate with his mama (my sister) and gives out warnings like no one’s business. Him and my son have beef, my son had to get three stitches after overstepping a jump on the couch after trying to run away from Pico. He bit his own lip on the way down to the floor. My son still smiles when seeing Pico on a social media call, as do I, but boy did I wanna fight this gargoyle looking ass canine back then. I love you and your brother and your mom so much. She owns the right’s to this photograph, a brown dog with pointed ears mouth open in what appears to be a smile, tongue out, basking in the beautiful sunshine on his face. Love his soul so much]