Kindness, in my humble opinion, runs the world. There can never be too much of it. It keeps us going, gives us the motivation to tread water when the times get tough, and give us a way to show our appreciation of those around us and the good things we have. The random acts of kindness movement is one of my favourite things in this world, and I wish more people took part in it. Having received random acts of kindness in the past, I know firsthand the colossal way that one generous action can change someone’s day for the better.
I write regularly for the uni magazine, Togatus, who generously publish waffles I create in my head and put into words, often as a form of procrastination or practice in creative thinking. In the latest issue, I wrote about kindness, creating an imaginary origin story, in an attempt to simplify and connect the foundations of kindness to the real world. A young boy has a sandwhich, he sees a girl without one. It’s about the heart that humans of all ages and races possess. Sometimes it feels quite hidden and quiet, be it due to the warped moral compasses of global leaders or the ‘me culture’ of our times and the worship of technology. But I suppose in my article I try to articulate the fact that beneath all the grimness we witness too often on our screens, at the end of the day, kindness is first nature to humans. It’s easy to forget, and I try to challenge myself to always remember.
If you’d like to read my creative piece in the mag, you can find it on page 17 here.