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I believe kindness is the gentlest way to change the world.

It doesn’t need a sound to reach the deepest part of someone’s heart.
Sometimes it’s a single word, sometimes a small act of care that looks almost unintentional,
and sometimes it’s simply being there in silence.

Kindness is not weakness—it is strength.
Even when the world is harsh and your heart is on the verge of breaking,
choosing not to hate, and offering a sincerity that cannot be faked—
that is something only a truly strong heart can do.

Yet the kinder a person is, the more they often suffer alone.
When you put others’ feelings before your own,
there comes a moment when you feel hollow inside,
as if nothing of you is left.

Even so, I still want to believe in kindness.
Because it can save someone else,
and perhaps, it may be the only warmth that can protect yourself too.

But sometimes, kindness runs too deep and becomes poison.
In trying to save another, you slowly carve pieces out of your own heart.
At first you think, “It’s fine, just a little is enough.”
But before you realize it, that kindness consumes you entirely,
until you can’t even tell who you are anymore.

Not wanting them to hurt,
not wanting them to be wounded,
not wanting them to be left alone—
you keep pouring out kindness,
yet in the end, you are the one left lonely,
your heart slowly drying out.

That is why profound kindness often wounds the giver more than the receiver.

And some people don’t even appreciate it.
They take it for granted, or worse, treat it like a burden.
That’s when it breaks you further.
You start asking yourself, “What did I do wrong?”
and you begin to feel like you are the problem.

So kindness, too, needs balance.
Depth alone does not make it true kindness.
I believe keeping the right distance and warmth—
that, too, is part of kindness.