06/02/2026
Kindness was always cool, wasnโt it?
Before it became a strategy, a brand voice, or something you perform when people are watching.
Because of what Iโve lived through, what I care about, and what I feel called toward, Iโve naturally found myself in the wellness space. As a younger, more naรฏve version of me, I assumed this world would be safer, kinder, and more authentic. I looked up to people I believed were healed, awake, and enlightened. I put them on pedestals, and I think many of us did, and still do.
But being here myself, amongst some of those individuals, has been a quiet wake-up call. Beyond the treachery behind closed doors, kindness, Iโve learned, can be used as currency or camouflage. As a way to get ahead while avoiding accountability. Someone can speak gently to you and still be cruel to others. Someone can quote scripture, chant mantras, or host ceremonies, while leaving real harm in their wake.
Not everyone whoโs done plant medicine, balances their chakras, or talks about love has actually integrated the wisdom. You can be โspiritualโ and still bypass your shadow. You can preach compassion while refusing to take responsibility. You can sound enlightened and still lack emotional honesty.
Real kindness isnโt aesthetic, and I note that by asking to make it cool again, we might encourage more performances of it. But true kindness isnโt loud and doesnโt need an audience.
It shows up in how you treat people when thereโs nothing to gain. In how you speak about others when theyโre not in the room. In how you handle conflict without spiritualizing your way out of discomfort. In whether youโre willing to be wrong, listen, and repair.
Growth isnโt measured by rituals completed or language mastered. Itโs reflected by how safe people feel around you, especially when their trauma and wounds arenโt speaking. By how you hold power, and how honestly you meet the parts of yourself that still need healing.
Kindness was always cool. We just forgot it was meant to be lived, not displayed.
