I’ve been begging life for years To be kinder Softer And when it’s not I stop and think what did I do Wrong? I was the problem the whole time. I was not kind I was not soft I had walls built hundreds Of feet high. I had thorns sticking out if every Crevice. How could I ask something to Be kind When I couldn’t practice it myself? I asked the universe to take these Tall walls And thick thorns Away. I said “If you won’t give me kindness, I’ll give it to you. I will be soft. I will be forgiving. I will think before I speak. I will be better.”
So life was finally calm. Soft. Kind. And so was I.