I want to talk about kindness again. I’ve written before about kindness as a personal quality — about staying soft in a world that rewards hardness, about choosing warmth even when it isn’t returned. But this post is about something different. A harder kind of kindness. The kind that costs you something. The kind that…
Seeing people and situations in black and white — all good or all bad, with you or against you — usually isn’t conviction. It’s often just an old habit of not knowing how to sit with disagreement without treating it as a threat. My father saw the world in two colours. Right or wrong, with…