There is a reason why raindrops soften our gaze…
Why a simple act of kindness pierces us deeper than thunderous applause.
Why, even in a loud and fast world,
our hearts still ache for silence,
for softness,
for something sacred.
We do not ache because we are weak.
We ache because we remember.
Even if faintly, we remember a world made for gentleness.
Why does the human heart beat for kindness?”
You asked.
Because it was made for it.
Not as a survival tool,
but as the very language of being human.
Before we learned cynicism,
before we armored up with sarcasm and silence,
we were children in the rain—
laughing in our underwear,
free, innocent, without shame.
We didn’t ask what’s in it for me?
We simply danced.
But the world grew louder.
And our hearts—callused.
Thick with unmet needs, betrayal, disconnection.
We traded wonder for WiFi.
And now, kindness feels like a luxury—when it was always meant to be the ground we walked on.
Still…
The longing never left.
You feel it, don't you?
That ache to be kind.
To be seen.
To belong.
“Why is my heart yearning for it?”
Because you’re not broken.
You’re awake.
Kindness is the whisper of our original design.
Longing is proof of life.
And purpose?
Purpose is simply this:
To be significant in the lives of others.
To return home to the why
behind the what we do.
So if your heart still longs,
take it as a holy sign.
You have not gone numb.
You’re still listening.
And in a world gone callous,
what a rebel you are...
to still want to be kind.
Thanks to #Tylijura @Pixabay for the photo.
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