I like to think that I live my life by the motto handed down to me by my mum for a homework project when I was a kid.
“Treat other people as you’d like to be treated yourself” she said to my 8 year old face. What she said jumped into my brain and swirled around in there. It still does (apart from the times I have been a self-confessed beech), I still try my best to be kind.
Apparently the world is this cruel place that hardens you to the core and turns your heart to freezer-burnt steel and somehow you must survive and extract everything that has turned that heart heavy and cold and to use it to fight back. Angry. Hating. Hurting. Unforgiving.
But who you really are hurting is yourself. Walking around with that heavy sack of badness slumped on your shoulders; pushing you down, making you tense. F**king with your mind. Making you sick.
When you leave behind that hurt and that hate, that inner struggle… when you release that resentment….. into a cage, a box, the wild, the air tied to a pretty pink balloon…
… you let go and melt all over the place into a pool of being free.
Be kind. Be kind to others, but most importantly, be kind to yourself.