The other day I was having a bad day. Like really bad. I was tired and weak. I was lost. I didn’t reach out to anyone. I just continued as if everything was normal. Searching for every moment of alone time I could grasp so I could sulk in the bitterness of my despair. I was just sitting there alone thinking why do I even exist. Why have i had to endure so much loss and heartache. I hated myself and my life. I hated the choices I made and the choices that were made for me. I did not want this life.
Then in came a stranger. Innocent and naive. Someone who didn’t see my pain. Didn’t feel sorry for me. Offering a small moment of peace in a shattering life. It wasn’t thought out or planned. It was just given out of kindness from a gentle heart. To them it was nothing. To me it was change. In just a small moment I was given a new outlook. A new message to myself.
A stranger made a difference in my life that day by only being kind. They didn’t do it because I looked sad or depressed. They did it because thats who they are. They did nothing more but share their kindness and it changed my life.