I wonder how I survived as an infant, with so little of life skills. It must have been the kindness of those around me. I read somewhere that human beings are genetically wired to be attracted to a baby, as babies need help.
The Creator had taken care to induce systems to aid survival. Where did we lose it in between? We get misled by a few black sheep who took undue advantage of our kindness, and we ended up looking like fools. We are told that survival is a tough battle, and we need to protect our own interest. It covers us with thick layers of indifference, which is misconstrued as smartness.
What is a miracle? It is an external force which bestows mercy, which brings us back from the brink. Are those forces always external? Look around. Life moves with hope. Hope exists because there is kindness floating around, somewhere in the universe.
stop and look within
there is a soul that connects
in seasons of hope
I have read somewhere that we are naturally inclined to help each other… but somehow the structures of society punishes our instincts..
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We are and we do. Capacity, willingness, a platform and the response you get all matter.
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I guess we have to forgive the black sheep and ourselves to the extent we followed them and move forward.
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Thank you, Frank!
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I apologize for getting to your submission so late. I lost internet (!) yesterday during the prompt and just got it back sometime early this morning. I too was hoping for a personal story.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, kanzensakura! Do you think it is not a personal story, since the word ‘we’ is used instead of ‘I’?
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I must confess I find your title and cautionary tale unsettling. I have to believe the “undue advantage” is the exception, rather than the rule.
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I agree. Kindness is not floating around. It is concrete people making the right choices.
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I guess you missed the essence of the last para. Kindness and interpretation of prose/poetry is all about perception, Each reader writes a different story about the words.
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good lecture, of course — but was hoping for a personal story. Can you share one?
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Your kindness in calling it a lecture, makes my personal story. Thanks!
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