🫧 Some kindness turns into the fuel of harm, and some harm is only the shadow of someone trying to live.
I bought a comb from an old lady on the street. She told me stories—rare wood, healing properties, special energy. I knew none of it was true. I still bought it.
Not for the comb, but for the quiet panic in her eyes.
Yet days later, a sharp truth hit me: my kindness might have strengthened her illusion that “this lie works.”
I helped her once, but my help might push her to use the same trick on the next person.
My intention was kind— but the outcome might not be.
The world is tangled like that: Kindness grows shadows, and wrongdoing often grows out of survival.
善 and 惡 aren’t opposites. They sit on the same balance bar— press one side too hard, and the other end rises.
That day, I didn’t buy a comb. I bought a moment of realizing how little I understood the world.
