I've heard it said so many times in my life, "Kindness doesn't cost anything" or "Kindness is free." I tend to disagree.
If it's true, why aren't more people kind?
Because kindness is costly.
It can cost me my selfish nature, my "me first" attitude, my "let me get what's mine" mentality. Choosing kindness forces me to stop being self-serving.
It can cost me my pride. It can look like being humble and walking in humility. It's acknowledging that I don't know it all and I don't usually have all the facts. It's admitting I don't have a clue what goes on behind closed doors in the lives of those around me.
It can look like lying down a grudge and greeting someone with a smile. It can look like forgiving even when the hurt is still present.
It costs me my flesh, my bad attitude, my snarky remarks....When I want to say something spicy to someone who has angered me, but I die to my flesh and speak from my spirit man, instead.
It can mean apologizing when I make a mistake.
Sometimes, I feel like the world is crumbling before my very eyes. The amount of negativity I see on a daily basis is sickening. People are rude to perfect strangers...and, at times, it's for no reason other than to make themselves feel better. Or to play some bizarre game. I know it comes from who they are deep down inside. It has to be a sad place.
Depravity is perfectly normal behavior for some and ordinary kindness is not as ordinary as it used to be.
I don't think I will ever understand it. And as cheesy and cliche as it may sound, I will continue to strive to be kind. I believe in the ripple effect of kindness--creating waves of compassion that can overtake a bad day.
What am I rambling on about? I guess I could have just posted, "Kindness isn't free."
Love y'all!
