What if your kindness isn’t your nature, but your discipline?
Some people are kind because they’ve seen what they Become when they’re not.
Their love isn’t softness, It’s restraint.
They’ve swallowed rage that could level cities.
Buried grief that could flood rooms.
They hold it in, because they know what unleashing it would do.
So, they stay calm.
They stay kind.
But don’t get it twisted, that’s not weakness.
That’s someone who made a truce with their darkness.
The beast in them?
Not dead.
Just disciplined.