No one teaches you to be kind to yourself -regardless of how important that actually is.
We spend most if not all of our time by ourselves, and being in a good or bad space in essense paves the way for how we treat ourselves.
Taking it upon myself, people go through various things on a daily basis, facing things we get thrown with when it is least expected.
This makes everyones experience or definition of being kind to oneself -different.
But nonetheless, the way in which you are kind to yourself does not make it better or worse than anothers’.
What I can advise is this:
Do things that calms the storms within- even if it means people do not agree with your method. Do what works for you!
Embrace change. Although everyone does not exactly enjoy change, at times it is painful BUT may be rewarding in the end.
Do things for you and you only. Yes, its totally okay to be selfish sometimes! Especially when things are being done for yourself, to better or enhance the person you are; make the time to do so.
Be sensitive though. Everyone does not deal with thing the same way as you do, its important to be sensitive to the feelings of those around you. Its a blessing to be kind to the next person -you do not know what battle they may be facing.
From the top of my head, being kind is not always easy. Whether it be to yourself or the people you are surrounded by. What is important to note though is that as long as we TRY to be kind, the world automatically becomes a better more bearable place.
Upon thinking about the importance on kindness, and researching what everyone elses perception or stance on it is I came across this beautiful poem by Naomi Shihab Nye which I thought may be worth the share:
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoe
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.”
Whatever you do, be kind; ALWAYS