the outskirts

A few months ago, I saw a post that said something along the lines of; 'Would you rather have your children be kind, or smart?'. It has been drifting around my brain, and I have started becoming increasingly aware of the value of kindness. And not just kindness, but how we hope that others show kindness to those we love, even if we don't always show it to ourselves, or even those around us. I know this is just rambling, but there are some moments you find yourself on the outskirts. No, not literally, but metaphorically, psychologically. And you are sort of smiling and grateful, if not a little bit sad. Because you have just realized that you are surrounded by people you love, and although this moment may seem ordinary and minuscule, it is so special and sacred and lovely to even exist in a span of time with the people you love so deeply. It is in these moments that you feel what is valuable, it is in these moments you realize the power of change, and that all of the time we exist in is so both blissfully and sadly temporary. It is this time spent in the outskirts that we fall a little bit more in love with the people we already love. And after much thought, I think I have finally reached a conclusion; I would rather have my children be kind.