This is a tough world in which to focus on kindness. I try to, but my frustration with our current political climate and people’s unfortunate behaviour makes it difficult to find sympathy.
It’s very easy to retreat.
Crippling depression and overwhelming stress doesn’t help. When one is in crisis, doing the extra for others seems a step too far.
But perhaps that’s when we need it most.
(What we really need is for someone to show us the same grace in return, but let’s face it – this isn’t that kind of world, and that’s a rare act.)
As someone who has dealt extensively with depression, I can confidently say that most kindness is tempered by judgment.
Oh, I’m so sorry, honey, maybe you should just buck up.
I feel you and what you’re going through, but maybe if you weren’t depressed, you wouldn’t have this problem (no shit, Sherlock).
He’s having a hard time, but he brought it on himself.
Etc., etc.
Do not temper your kindness with judgment; just be there. Give the hug. Hold the hand. Help clean up. Make a casserole.
Listen. Don’t be a jerk.
After all, better out than in, and judgment forces the latter, intentionally or otherwise.
Target: 1600 words
Written: 1354 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: Night Shift, Stephen King
Comics: Voodoo v2 12, 0, Grifter v3 0, 13
Music: From Here To Eternity Live, The Clash