her laughs, her cries. Her warmth, coldness, when she’s good-natured, bad-tempered, her thoughts, her stubbornness, pride, candidness, and transparency
The kindest people are not born that way, they are made. They are the souls that have experienced so much at the hands of life, they are the ones who have dug themselves out of the dark, who have fought to turn every loss into a lesson.
The kindest people do not just exist - they choose to soften where circumstance has tried to harden them, they choose to believe in goodness, because they have seen firsthand why compassion is so necessary. They have seen firsthand why tenderness is so important in this world.
Dear person reading this I hope your day has been going well, if not, I hope it gets better. You are an amazing person who will inspire others to do great things so keep up the hard work. I know you may feel unimportant or insecure at the moment but know that you are a beautiful human being inside, outside and you are important.
Sometimes you need sorrow to recognise the joy, sometimes you need a smile to hide behind the sorrow, sometimes a hint of kindness is all that is needed to wipe away the sorrow, most times you only need love to eradicate the hatred. If all this can be searched within you, the love, the hate, the joy, the sorrow, there will be a time you will just need some time with yourself, to be happy, satisfied, at peace.. to be able to heal.
Some things are best left unsaid, some things are best only felt.
That woman’s door did not open for a long time. Invitations began to pile on her doorstep, two, then three. A person who came close like a new breeze, a person who blocks a gale like a shelter from the wind. For the first time, that woman grows afraid of her own desire to open her door.