May 23: Kindness
Now I know how important kindness is, but I don’t think I’d ever consider it to be strength of mine.
Kindness is something that is normally associated with women, but it’s something that we can all offer and experience. I know that I have experienced kindness so many times in my life – so many times in a day – and I am very grateful.
My family are very kind; my brother is one of the most giving people you will ever meet. My best friend is super sweet and one of the kindest souls I know – she will always be there to check in and make sure I’m alright. My boyfriend is very kind and gentle; when we first met his quietness unnerved me but now I know it is because he is very thoughtful.
I have all of these examples of kindness (and many more that I couldn’t even go into here!) yet why do I struggle to be kind so much?
According to Wikipedia, kindness is:
Kindness is a behaviour marked by ethical characteristics, a pleasant disposition, and concern and consideration for others. It is considered a virtue, and is recognised as a value in many cultures and religions.
It’s something that I’m constantly being blessed with – so much so, in fact, that sometimes I feel like I miss most of it.
I was just thinking yesterday how lucky I am to have the people I currently do in my life. It can be surprising to think about how many people actually have your back and I bet you’d be surprised to see who actually does care about you.
I briefly mentioned yesterday that I have been pretty ill recently, which isn’t great. However, during times like that where I cannot rely on myself I’m forever surprised by who is there.
During some of my worst moments, I honestly believed that I was on my own for everything. Now that I feel that grey mist slipping away from me, I can see that there are so many people there, so many people who really do care.
But what do I mean when I say that I have a lot of kind people around me?
For me, kindness is simple. Kindness is someone simply asking how I am, telling me to have a nice day, saying take care when we part.
Kindness can be a big or small gesture, but I think it’s the smallest ones that matter to me the most.
Because the little things matter to me, I always make sure to be polite and smile to people when I am out and about – I always greet servers in shops and will never get off the bus without saying thank you.
But I don’t think that’s enough to make me a kind person. I think that’s just being normal or decent – right?
Is this just another case of Rachael’s low self-esteem or do I actually have a point here?
What does kindness mean to you? Are you a kind person, do you think?