Is kindness still a virtue?

What’s the trait you value most about yourself?

All people who raised me were kind. And especially, my paternal grandma with whom I spent two years of my life in Donbas and on a farm in the south of Russia each summer.

The love I was getting from her (together with my cousins) was unprecedented. We would wake up each morning to the delicious smell of pancakes or homemade pastries, and I am baffled as to where her energy was coming from. On a farm you wake up at five o’clock in the morning, together with roosters, to feed all the animals, milk the cow and send her to the field to enjoy her day.

Once bigger, around when we were seven or eight years old we would start helping at the farm, just little things: take the weed out, go into the field to milk and cuddle the cow, feed the chickens, really small pleasant things that made our childhood beautiful and unique. We were 5 cousins, 5 children coming each summer to the farm, and for each of us, Vera (my grandmother) would show a load of love.

I think that I also became kind, thanks to seeing so much kindness while on a farm. And later on I would attract kind people into my life. It was the kindness of my friends that helped me to survive difficult teenage years back in Russia, and kindness of strangers towards me to find good jobs, settle in different countries in Europe, and make me feel good about myself. Someone told me that people with bipolar disorder are usually very kind, we possess a soft character. Is it so? I am not sure but my friends love me and they often tell me that I am kind.

But is kindness still a virtue in our highly competitive world?

I overheard once a mother and her daughter. A person next to them said:

“Your daughter is so kind”.

And do you know what was the reply of the mother?

She said: “oh, I am not sure whether it’s a good thing to have nowadays”. “It’s being resilient that matters the most”, she added.

Well, with my vulnerability to psychoses, I suppose I show great resilience, by continuing to lead an extraordinary interesting life, despite my psychoses. A very difficult life, but definitely not boring, and it’s the kindness of my friends that always helped to recover and resume my life after each of my psychoses.

And I try to show some kindness back.

What do you think?

Do you think that kindness is still a virtue?

That’s me!


10 responses to “Is kindness still a virtue?”

  1. Yes, I think it is good to be kind, but agree, it is a rare thing nowadays…

  2. Nicely written. What kind of psychosis or it?

    1. Psychosis with spiritual thing. I get very profound religious experiences

      1. O then it’s a good kind of psychosis. Nice.

  3. I agree with kindness being a virtue and that it seems to be diminishing in society. I do not know why. Once a coworker told me privately (~ 30+ years ago, pre-internet) that he and his wife felt ‘comfortable around me, unlike most people’. I asked him ‘why?’ – he said I was honest and helpful. ‘Aren’t most people?’ I asked. ‘No’ was his simple answer and gave many examples that were almost shocking. He and his wife were from the Eastern Bloc of Europe, if that makes any difference. I think they were taken advantage of by too many and lost trust, which is the virtue I was going to expand upon today. I am bipolar and ramble-type, which drives people crazy. So be trustworthy.

  4. I had never heard it expressed that bipolar people are kind, but it does make sense from my own experiences 🙂

    1. From my experience, bipolar people are indeed kind! And a bit naive too!

  5. 😆 Yes, that makes sense too! 🤦🏻‍♂️

  6. Kindness is a virtue, while resilience is not.

    But what I value most in myself is my desire to learn about the truth and tell others what I have learned. This is not always “kind,” as some feel offended by my telling them what I think is true. But I think it is kind to tell others about what you have learned.

    1. Totally agree!

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I am a doctor of philosophy, a university lecturer, and a lover of cats, fine wine, dancing, theatre, and human eccentricity. I was born in the Soviet Union (Moscow). I am fluent in four languages, and have spent all my adult life studying (except from 18 to 19) working and living throughout Western Europe. Despite a surname-Netchitailova- that translates from Russian into English as “unreadable”, my greatest passions in life are reading and writing. My personal struggles have made me appreciate the manifestations of weirdness that exist everywhere.

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