Depression can make me extra cynical sometimes. For example, I read a post today that read, “Be nice to everyone, you never know who needs it!” It is a wonderful sentiment, and I do believe in it wholeheartedly, but for some reason when I read it today, it brought this thought to mind: what about our immediate family members? The ones we do life with everyday inside of our homes? I feel like we strive so hard to do this for those outside of our homes, maybe even more so for appearances sake, than we do for our love ones inside our homes.
Do you think we as a society are being nice to others without reason? Or do you think we are all so “influencer” hungry that we will do anything, even fake kindness, for a great post?
I realize this is pretty negative, but honestly think about it. Here’s a prime example, when my husband and I were vlogging on YouTube, I was a better wife and mom because I knew the camera was rolling. How messed up is that? An audience was more motivating than the very reason I say I live and breathe. I kept my house cleaner, I made more cookies with the kids, I was more outgoing. Thinking of other people kept me smiling through my depression at that time. But did they get the real me?
Who are we?
Does it matter? Is kindness, kindness no matter the reason? Pondering “fake kindness” brings to mind the placebo effect. I was talking with a family friend the other day about essential oils and how I started out as a skeptic. She shared the same feelings, but we both concluded that essential oils are indeed making a real, tangible difference in our lives. However, I did share with her that even if it was only working for me because I believed they were, that I would continue to use them because regardless essential oils work for me!
So as I sit here writing this to “you”, I have decided to let it be known, true or false, to please throw kindness around like confetti. You never know who might need it. Just be you and be kind. Thanks for going on this journey with me.
Peace be with you,