The Paradox of Kindness

Kindness is one of life’s quiet miracles. I’ve survived,and found joy because I’m surrounded by people who embody it not just in words, but in daily action. Their presence is a balm. Yet kindness, for all its beauty, is paradoxical. Some struggle to receive it. Some receive but don’t reciprocate. And some reserve it only for those they love. Selective kindness; kindness only for family, friends, or favorites—intrigues me. I’m not judging, just observing. To me, if you’re kind, you’re kind. It’s not a trait to be rationed. It’s a way of being. I’ve heard people say, “I used to be kind, but I changed because others were cruel.” I understand that pain shapes us. It teaches caution. But I don’t believe it erases our nature. If kindness is part of who we are, then hurt may make us more discerning—but not unkind. We learn boundaries, not bitterness. Kindness is not weakness. It’s not about pleasing others. It’s about doing what’s right, even when it’s hard. It’s not conditional. It doesn’t come with a “but.” We may not always get it right. We may judge, falter, or retreat. But we can try. And in trying, we honor the essence of kindness itself. Just my two cents. A quiet philosophy I choose to live by.#RubyRadza#

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