As I pass through this world. Uncertain of how long my journey will be. I do hope that I always choose the off beat tracks. And I do hope that I choose my pitstops well.
Author: Kindred Kindness
All about kindness and living life.
Enough. Now.
Of trying to be enough. Of trying to keep on. Of trying to be everything. As everyone has a personal demon. Dedicated to selfish care. Keeping the world a lonely place.
Yes. This. Sunday.
Why should we wait for next Sunday. Or next month. Or next year. When all that matters is now. As now and then are one anyways. Tell them you care. Today.
The. Dots. Connect.
Looking back is a good thing. It helps us see how the dots connect. The golden thread. To bring us to this place. Which is progress far beyond a previous place. Always progress. Always growth. So even if we can’t seem to connect them looking ahead, they will. They always will. Let’s trust the journey.
I. Know. I. Am. Free.
I know I am free. At last. As I no longer care to be found or seen. As those who found me, truly seeked me. And those who saw me, truly looked. .
Quick. Silver.
It’s that time of day where the sea is transformed into a massive pool of quicksilver as the sun takes shelter for the night. Exquisitely beautiful. Deeply alluring. I find my mind jumping straight into that pool of memories, only to realise, yet again, it is still mercury and it was never the protective coat […]
Freedom. In. Not. Being. Loved.
Best thing about not being loved. Is that when you hear it the last time. You know it‘s the last time.
Saying. How. You. Feel.
#honesty #feeling #connection #friendshipgoals #relationshipgoals
Entropy. of. Love.
It is a fact. Entropy always wins. In thermodynamics. In life. In self love. In love for others. In love from others. The unavailability of energy in the system at some point always shows up and spins it all into disorder. At some point we simply can no longer fight the gradual decline of self […]
Just. Human.
What will happen, if just for a moment. We be human. Allow ourselves to be human. Not machine. Not facade. Not predetermined. Just raw, sincere, vulnerable human. No fight to win, ego to boost, silent war to wage. Just raw, sincere, vulnerable human. Could we get back lost time and beings?
