I’ve always prided myself on being a ‘nice’ person. The human embodiment of Switzerland; nice and diplomatic. Rarely did people have problems with me.

Up until this year, I believed that this niceness made me a good person. Yet being nice has nothing to do with being a good person. Anyone can be nice, good and bad people alike. Kindness, however, comes from the heart. Kindness is intentional and is given with purpose.

We yearn for freedom. To escape the mental enslavement enforced upon us by the patriarchal capitalist landscape we roam today. Rarely do we truly know ourselves. We plan our lives meticulously based on a set of desires we believe are ours, when in reality, they couldn’t represent us less if they tried. For this reason, we find ourselves eternally unfulfilled, dissatisfied with life no matter the achievement, trapped in a constant state of longing.