Yesterday I learned of an infuriating injustice that has fallen on yet another friend. Why does it always happen to the nicest people?
A look into the natural world reveals that kindness has a limited role. Aside from existence within a tribe, flock, or immediate territory, every being must defend itself in an intense battle for survival. Outside, what would otherwise be perceived as injustice is really just evident truth that only the strongest, most skillful and most determined win.
I may chose kindness as a general way, but I must not let it threaten my ability to live.
How do you stay strong in the face of injustice?