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.

I’m sure you’ve heard of the ‘terrible twos’, but what of the terrible twenties? That awkward void you aimlessly float about, obsessively comparing your life to others whilst losing a seemingly never-ending game of hide and seek with your life’s purpose. One aspect of growing up I certainly wasn’t prepared for was the feeling of being stuck in two worlds: your adolescent life and true adulthood.