We are a species that thrives on small acts of kindness. This is what puts us on top of the food chain (outside of having opposable thumbs).
The world often feels like a relentlessly horrible place infested with people who cannot rise above the filth of their minds and characters, like maggots who cannot stay away from dead flesh. Often, it is tiny acts of rebellion against this behavior that makes the world a little better every day.
We offer our seats to the sick, tired, old and disabled.
We offer a smile to those who cross our path on our way to a happy occasion, hoping our happiness rubs off on them too.
We hold the door, hold the line, hold hands and hold our patience to help someone else tide over a difficult day.
We say please and thank you to those who make our day and lives easier.
We pay kindness forward more times than we pay the hate forward and change the ripples of human existence in the fabric of time. We are a species that lives on forever with small acts of kindness.
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