I’ve always found myself annoyed when people told me I was nice. I don’t know why, but internally I’d roll my eyes. I have heard this since I was little - from my family to teachers to friends. I think I felt weak when they said it. It was always their description of me. I viewed being kind as weak, but now, I don’t see that as true.
It’s the opposite, actually.
I think the weakest thing you can be is angry. It takes great strength to be kind. To be soft towards this broken and hurting world. Boldness is kindness. Strength is being kind to someone you have all the right to be ugly towards.
Be strong.
Be kind.