YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE THE KIND OF PEOPLE I MET
There’s Still Kindness in The World
I still want to believe in it despite everything that happened.
I want to believe the world is filled with kind people. I trust easily, and unfortunately, that trust has often been misplaced.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve held onto this hope that everyone has good intentions.
I want to believe everyone is inherently good.
I desperately crave kindness, clinging to the hope that people have no ulterior motives with me. But time and again, I’ve been a trusting fool.
From childhood naivety to my fourth decade of life, I haven’t learned the harsh lesson: some people aren’t kind.
Through Blind Eyes
My parents would abuse me in private and in public. It didn’t matter if we were in the crowded grocery store, surrounded by people, or at a family gathering — the abuse happened everywhere.
I’d lock eyes with anyone near me, begging for help, for someone to stop it. But no one did. People would look away, some even pretended they didn’t see, and just kept walking.
I desperately tried to rationalize their inaction. Maybe they didn’t see, maybe…
