Kindness

I have little doubt that there isn't some plan that I am only beginning to understand.

Sometimes I see the knots in little moments of my life. Little kindnesses. I was walking home feeling low from goodbyes. Big and small ones. I walked past a puppy and its owner and it stopped and licked my leg. How do dogs know?

My life is full of kindness. Sometimes, the kindness is wrapped in a little cruelty, but the good part is that the cruelty always teaches you something. It always takes a few blows before you can learn how to fight.

There is never a moment that isn't a lesson or a consequence of a lesson.

I understand the gentle moments. But that isn't the half of it.