Mindful of Your Kind

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see – Mark Twain

Being mindful of the limitations, and dare I say it, the stupidity of others, is an act of kindness to oneself. As time goes on the divide can only get bigger. . . this divide between the mindful and the forgetful. I think, ultimately, the survival of the species depends on it. There are those who are awake and aware and there are those who are not. And we must be kind. Because they really do not know what they do. It is, as Mark Twain points out, a question of kindness.

Mindful people gently get on with their day, spreading a little kindness, where they can

I believe now, that it is the quiet and gentle curiosity, of the behavior of others, that will demonstrate how we must be. Without judgement we can pause and reflect on how the majority live. We can then ask: What must I do to live a better life? When observing the difficulties others face we can ask: What could that person do to move forward in their life? How can they move on from their pain? How can I use kindness to help this person remember love? How can I help them become aware? And of course a genuine kindness, can only be offered to others, when we’re able to offer it to ourselves.

By noticing the strength of racism, prejudice and hatred in society, we can gauge the level of fear

There are those who believe they are in some way better than others. They believe they are superior. I have been pulled up on highlighting this fact, because in the process of this, I’m being hypocritical. I’m making a judgement and forming an opinion. The very thing we should avoid if we want a peaceful life. It’s a struggle to find the right balance with this. Do we remain quiet? Do we become indifferent to fear and hatred? Or do we briefly place ourselves above it in order to show people what the real issue is? For me, when I simplify humanities struggles as being a fight between love and fear, I’m able to allow my own fear to gently subside. What purpose does it serve for me to become emotionally upset at what I I see? The emotion drives me to seek answers and understanding. When I have this my equanimity returns.