Majority of people will always mistake kindness as weakness. However, I tell myself that as long as how I treat other people creates a subtle harmony in my own soul, the insults others try to pierce my skin with will never reach my heart. I am exulted in how I treat myself and how I treat others until they show me a reason to treat them any differently than I would my own parents. I treat everyone the same and that is something I will always hold dear; I have traveled a long way, through my merciless hatred and emotionless bitterness, to get to where I am today. I have a long way to go before I can speak about being a good person and I find myself too humble to go on a narcissistic rant about how amicable I am. I just see no reason to hate, to dwell in the words of others, to invest in so much anger; with happiness in others, I find happiness in myself. So, if my kindness is weakness, then so be it. But I can at least say that I am strong enough to forgive, to let bygones be bygones, and keep moving on with my life. If I spark a smile at unsuspecting strangers, I can only hope they’ll do the same.