Each turning of the calendar is ushered in with a habitual expectation. The coming year is expected to be kinder than the last and soften what life has already inflicted. Hope is placed upon the year itself as though it was capable of mercy. But those who insist upon gentleness from time are not always prepared to practice gentleness themselves especially when circumstances offer no reward for it.
A year departs only after pressing itself upon human lives. There are losses that endure, disappointments that persist, and work that never received its due. Such experiences do not merely wound, but they educate. In moments of such distress kindness is treated as a virtue suitable only for favourable conditions. It is set aside as impractical when life tightens its grip. And yet, it is under such pressure that kindness displays its actual depth since equilibrium has never been its crucible.
To be kind is not to be untouched by transgression nor to deny the legitimacy of anguish. Kindness in its purest form is discipline rather than leniency. A decision to retain one’s moral shape when experience encourages distortion. It often appears least reasonable, precisely when it is most necessary. In this sense kindness is no abdication of strength but its most rigorous manifestation.
Kindness is seldom theatrical in its expression and resides in conduct rather than in proclamation. It is found in the willingness to listen without interruption and in the discipline to esteem another life without percipitance. Respect for time, for dignity, and for the inward realm of others gives it coherence, particularly where no recompense is forthcoming. It is most evident where acknowledgment is least anticipated.
Much is said of the harshness of the age, of the waning of civility, of a world grown insensible to suffering. Savagery intensifies when kindness is bestowed solely within the bounds of safety. A virtue practiced only by choice is no virtue at all. Kindness is not intended to procure advantage but to maintain integrity and is the refusal to allow injustice to dictate identity.
A year does not improve by proclamation since time itself stands aloof from aspiration. What alters its texture is the behaviour of those who inhabit it. The atmosphere of living changes almost imperceptibly yet irrevocably, when patience is chosen over impulse, when judgment is subordinated to understanding and when respect is offered without a guarantee of return. These acts appear modest but they shape the moral tenor within which all greater affairs arise.
Let the year ahead be known by how one treats others when there is no good in doing so. Choose kindness when it costs time, is met with apathy, earns no courtesy in return, is mistaken for weakness or when the heart feels entitled to close itself instead. The world will continue as it always has, unfair and cold. What must not be relinquished is character.
If this year is to have any meaning, choose kindness in every word, in every moment, and in every action, even when it goes unnoticed. Because in the end kindness makes us human to one another.
Happy New Year.
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