My parents were married very young and as a result they did not see the nastiness the world has shown me and, conversely, they had to deal with some big things young. They were married in 1961 and they taught me that a very important trait is kindness.
I fought it a bit but it was ingrained and now at 43 I find myself at a loss for the line between self preservation and kindness. I find when I let myself go and am very kind I am sometimes hurt, especially in my photography business. When I am stern and less kind I regret not giving even though it would ruin my business.
Perhaps my wish is not to be more kind but to know when to be kind, when not to be hurt by ingratitude and how to be strong enough to realize that I may never know how to balance it all.
