Opening yourself to the kindness of strangers

The Stats:

Hours slept: 6.5

Food consumed: bacon & eggs

Cigarettes smoked: about 5 so far

Double integrals done: not quite one — sjoe, I need some practice

Class tests written: 1

I’ve been blessed with a wonderful gift of realisation. People are actually, really, genuinely, mostly good and kind. At least the people that have crossed my path in this past week.

I am a student, and the breakdown of pretty much my life as I knew it, has affected my studies negatively. It is one of the things that angered me about the breakdown of our relationship. The fact that not only the present was impacted negatively, but it was also heading toward crashing the future.

Before going off on that tangent, let me focus on the point I am trying to make. The staff at the university, each and every single one of them, from lecturers who know me as a serious student, to administrative staff whom have never met me, I have only received kindness, compassion, assistance and empathy.

Why have I never before allowed myself to accept the kindness of strangers? Was I so concerned of protecting the facade of perfection, that I shut myself from experiencing the wonder of kindness. Even worse, opening myself to it, I find it no effort at all to be kind, without expecting anything in return, simply because I now know the positive impact it can have on the recipient’s day.

Have a blessed weekend! It has been a manic, intense math filled week, but it is Friday afternoon, the sun is shining, the brain is functioning and the world awaits.

Loads of love xx