A friend refers to the walking wounded. Aren’t we all to one degree or another? And isn’t it our wounding that prevents us from being kind? Some say we are either motivated by fear or love.
Kindness is a form of love, I think. A softer, easier, more user-friendly version of love, perhaps. Love Lite. I was once taught to consider this before everything I say; Is it kind? Is it true? Is it necessary?