This week I just found out that life is precious and is actually a miracle. It seems to be so ordinary and people don’t really think about it until something happened, like death or sickness. A friend got sick and passed away within 3 weeks and suddenly everyone realized how much her existence impacted everyone’s life.
We shared happy moments, sadness, thoughts, opinions, food, photos, mistakes and many more. She was everywhere, mingled with everyone regardless of race, faith, political views, and she’s marching to her own drum basically. I loved that about her, and she was the true "community connecter".
In living my life, I know that nobody is perfect, and we always try to be the best of ourselves, right? But in our journey, we don’t need to religiously judge others (especially when you are friends with them). Why do I say this? Recently I witnessed even some so-called holy people be super judgmental toward others and discussed about it in every social media platform available. We don’t talk about others’ weakness unless you are asked to give feedback to that others. Why not shut the fuck up?
My dad tells me to care, to love and be kind of others, and I always try to figure when do I need to practice these mantras. Growing up I noticed that not everyone deserved my care, love and kindness. Then I discovered that by practicing these mantras and put them into actions, my greed of satisfaction grew and become some kind of addiction. Not everybody liked it.
My decision to keep practicing the mantras of caring, loving and being kind; and put them into action! I don’t give a damn if people care, like it or not.
I care.
I love.
I practice kindness.
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