It’s quite a slippery slope, isn’t it?
Like a finger squeezing on the trigger
That we never meant to pull, but we did.
So too are our actions.
The moment when we choose to be kind—or not to be.
What does it mean “to not be kind?”
To forget the target of our words, actions, and inactions are in fact directed at another human being.
Well it most certainly could not be cruel.
How could it?
We’ve slipped so comfortably into this cold numbness.
This reasoning that allows us to prioritize our safety, happinesses, and peace of mind over others.
We’ve created a new logic, a justified means of reasoning, a self-imposed pair of rose-colored glasses to what we are becoming.
Cruel? Insensitive? Uncaring? Capable of inflicting emotional, physical, and even mental injuries on another human being.
And how would we describe such a person?
The word “Monster” comes to mind.
But how could we be Monsters?
Indeed how could we be, when it is so easy to defend ourselves with excuses.
We say, “Our life was so much harder.” As if we were there to witness every moment of their life and can thereby measure, judge, and compare.
“We had a bad day.” As if the presence of a smile ruled out any pre-existing pain in those we’ve now inflicted fresh pain upon. As if the family around them means they have the perfect home. As if the clothes they wear mean they are in perfect health.
Where would we be without them? The easy distraction from the discord of a reality we no longer have to face for those few moments we witness someone else’s world crumbling—because of what we did.
The addictive power of holding that control sets our chin higher as we push those glasses—further—up.
“Oh, but it’s not that bad!” As if we left cameras to record the ripples our discord has left, that echoes on throughout the hours of the day and even into the night.
That becomes the justified excuses which perpetuates further misplaced anger, pain, and disappointment.
Because if karma was real and struck like lightening how many of you would dare walk outside?
The world asks us to be kind, as if it is your right to do so.
I say be kind because the alternative is not to be.
Because an angel is kind until pushed to righteous fury. But a devil holds no such moral compass.
And that is after-all what it means to be human.
To posses the moral compass of a god.
To choose to be kind or inflict pain.
Good or Evil.
So in a world where the line was long ago washed into the gutters.
Remember, that you are human too.
So do unto others what you would have other do to you...