Kindness From an Outcast

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My father taught me to always be kind. He said those words, like kindness was the equivalent of breathing. Practically involuntary. But kindness is not involuntary, in fact, it's painful. These thoughts ran through my head as I processed her words.

Worthless.

I believe the exact words were, you don't fit. Not in this school, not in this society, not in this world. And you will never fit, so you may as well leave now. They don't have levels for people like you. You are called outcast.

Every syllable of every word cut into me like a knife. Each pitiful yet agreeing stare, was like a hand, tightening around my throat until I was gasping for air. Surely my father didn't mean this much kindness. This was pushing it. I didn't want to be kind to them, they don't deserve it.

But I thought. I wonder if these exact words were ever said to them. I wonder if they were ever laughed and pointed at. I wonder if they were ever outcast. I had never understood what my father had ment by kindness, but now I do.

Kindness isn't only given to the people that deserve it. In fact, the people who deserve kindness usually aren't the ones that need to be shown kindness. Kindness is for the people who don't know how to be kind themselves. It's for the people who we feel, deserve it the least. Kindness is enduring, even when everyone else has blown out their lights.

I thought about my next words. "I think everyone matters. I think that some people don't know what to do when they are told they don't matter, but I do. I know that I matter because I'm human, just like you. I matter just as much as you do. I'm not outcast and neither are you. You are not outcast. You matter."

She was confused. I understand though. People don't talk about love anymore. Instead, we pick topics on self hatred and wrath, to chat about as we walk to our next class. Negativity is always surrounding us, so I try to live out my father's words.

Always be kind, even if the rest of the world has closed their doors to someone, keep yours open. Everyone could use a little more kindness.