You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?
My story begins with kindness. Not in a world peace, all loving, living in the 60’s vibe sort of way but just simple unhinged kindness. Something it seems the world forgot about along time ago. My journey has been rough, it’s been testing and challenging at the best of times and I know by far I haven’t in the slightest had it the worst. But if I could say anything at all that could be valid enough to be called a story, it would be to treat people with compassion. To realise everyone is just a life, a feeble, fragile and very sensitive life no matter how tough the exterior seems.
Hard days will come and go but no one deserves to deal with someone else’s problem and I have found myself at the opposite end of other peoples attitudes far too many times for my own liking. It has broken me, the selfishness of far too many has left me unable to trust so easily, too weary of new people and reading into every word that anyone says to me. And that isn’t my fault. I used to blame myself but it isn’t my fault at all.
It’s a persons negligence to see that some things are ephemeral, that they aren’t worth hurting another over. It’s the lack of care that makes them forget about consequences. It’s for sakes sake. For the laugh, for the joy of making themselves feel better perhaps.
If I could be anything, it would be compassionate. It would be kind. It would be understanding. I try my very best to live my life by these morals. If I could teach anyone anything, it would be these three things.
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357 days to go