I chose kindness even when you didn’t earn it. I stayed kind even when you hurt me deeply. I remained kind even when your words cut through me. I wasn’t kind because of who you are. I was kind because of who I am. I don’t wish for you to suffer. That would be too simple. Instead, I pray for the strength to keep being kind, no matter how you treat me. Kindness is like casting seeds into the wind. You never know where they’ll land or if they’ll grow. But you still scatter them, hoping they’ll bloom into something good. It’s not about getting something back. It’s about giving without strings attached. Kindness isn’t a sign of weakness. It’s the purest form of strength. A quiet power that can soften even the hardest of hearts. So I’ll keep choosing kindness. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s who I am. And because it’s right. One day you will realize you don’t have to love someone. You don’t have to fix everything that has been broken. Some broken things can’t be fixed. And some broken people don’t think less of yourself because they can’t be more for themselves.