As I sit here on my balcony amongst the beauty and tranquility of Mykonos, Greece I reflect upon the word "kindness". Is it a word sometimes forgotten, is it a thought not commonly placed in ones mind or has it been diluted by society due to the situation we currently find the world in today?
Never-the-less I remain ever so strong in my belief that it is the random acts of kindness that bring about positive change in the world. Though sometimes one may feel ever so unappreciated you must remain in a good state of mind knowing that it is much more peaceful to be kind then to live a life of greed and selfishness.
We each have been brought to this earth for a purpose. We are taken to different places for good reasons. It is up to each of us as individuals to take responsibility for ourselves and our actions to seek our purpose and to then live it.
Sometimes that means patience is needed, knowledge is to be sought and kindness is to be shared. This combination can only bring about peace amongst the world... Wouldn't that be wonderful? Indeed it would...!
On this odyssey I am on with my sweet little Zoi I have experienced a variety of all mentioned above. I remain positive in knowing it is from the random acts of kindness I have given that I have received beautiful kindness in return... leaving me humbled by the beauty of life happening before me.
We must first "Dream" our dreams, "Believe" in our dreams, "Live" our dreams and then most importantly "INSPYRE" our dreams!
Here's a poem I came across... Hope it "inspyres" you!
"Kindness"
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side the road.
You must see how this could by you
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense any more,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.
- Naomi Shihab Nye
PEACE FROM GREECE...!!
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