There are no perfect people helping imperfect people.
Only imperfect people helping other imperfect people.
Don’t let perfectionism hold you back from helping—it’s a lie.
You’ll always be imperfect and now is always a good time to help—no matter how imperfect you may feel.
Today’s post was inspired by this tweet from Jeremy Ginn. Thank you.
Have you ever been the target of a random act of kindness?
Have you ever wondered how far back the inspiration for that act goes?
Maybe not far at all.
Maybe that stranger just spontaneously acted.
Or maybe it goes back centuries… back to a medieval time when a farmer gave a homeless fellow some crops for free—just because. And they paid it forward and so did the next fellow and so on.
Maybe kindness ripples through time like waves in a pond—temporarily elevating each water particle touched by the wave until gracefully returning them back to where they started.
Maybe it’s that temporary elevation that gives us the perspective we need to carry on with a lighter heart; a more caring heart; a more kind heart.
For it is only when we are elevated that we can more clearly see what was holding us back down below. And we gain an understanding that becomes a new guiding light for when we find ourselves back down—as we inevitably will in life.
But, we are not lowered to where we started—no.
We are lowered with new eyes. Eyes that have seen and felt an existence at a higher plane. And once we see what is up above, we can’t unsee it; once we feel what is up above, we can’t unfeel it.
And maybe this is the cause of perpetual kindness. People infectiously sharing what elevated them, onward and outward to the outer banks of society and for the duration of all time.
And maybe all we need to do to activate that sometimes seemingly dormant desire is remember that beautiful perspective we each once had.
I am forever A seed planter Burying potential in the endless mud Of our collective mind Some will grow Many will die What comes to be Isn’t for me to judge or define I am not sun I am not nutrients I am not water I am forever a seed planter What’s planted In the mud Of your mind Is for the elements Of your life To nurture or decline
Thinking love is not the same as expressing love.
Thinking kindness is not the same as expressing kindness.
Thinking gratitude is not the same as expressing gratitude.
When you move your most beautiful thoughts into reality, the byproduct is a more beautiful reality.
Beautiful thoughts left unexpressed are quickly buried beneath the forever churning soils of the mind and the result is a forgotten about seed and unchanged reality.
Help flower our shared reality by intentionally nurturing, harvesting, and sharing all of what’s beautiful inside of you. However and whenever you can. Our reality needs it.
Oftentimes, taking care of others looks a lot like taking care of yourself.
Understand this: we are a vessel that carries either water or gas to and from each of our daily interactions—it’s rarely anything else.
With that in mind, our mission becomes quite clear.
We must take the time needed to fill ourselves up each day until we are overflowing with “water” rather than allowing our internal chemistry to unwillingly produce and start spewing “gas.”
Then, with every “fire” we cross, we have to let what comes from inside of us dilute the harsh flames rather than further enrage their fury.
After all, do we want to be contributors to even more uncontrollable chaos in the world? Or do we want to be the facilitators of fresh air?
And to my idealist friends out there: the key isn’t to let the number of fires in the world—or their size—intimidate you to inaction.
The most grandiose plan to extinguish all fires in the world pales in comparison to the fire that’s actually put out in your own backyard.
Today, as you embark on the path of your day—be water, my friend.
And focus on the actual flames that present themselves at each step along the way.