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Seeking Human Kindness.

I was taught all my life to treat others as you want to be treated. Then I grew up – que year 2020, year 30 of my beautiful life and the world is mad BONKERS up-in-here.

But never-the-less, I will live in a world where no matter the angst or the tension – I will choose the opposite.

No matter what the world around me has going on, I will live in a world where I open the door for the person behind me.

No matter how pulled from our roots we become and no matter how bad most of our grandparents really do drive, I will remain in a world where I give up my seat for someone who needs it more then I do.

No matter how far missiles stretch, or who has the biggest bombs or rightest answer, I will still walk in a world where I look strangers right in their eyes and smile.

No matter how cluttered, rampant and overly-political the general news and it’s agenda becomes, I will still live in a world where I persist towards facts and logic.

No matter how antiquated and difficult it becomes to be kind, you will find me living in a world where it is served freely and abundantly.

No matter the storm; I will search for rainbows.

Because if all we can do is one small thing for the progress of our lives, it is to be kind.

And if there is one small thing we can do for the progress of mankind, it is simply, to choose kindness –

In all of our contacts with others.

This world can be whatever you want it to be, but reality shows, it takes best to kindness.

And maybe, I’m living in my own world here but – if all you will remember me by is a smiling stranger on the street willing to do her part, then just know I proudly served the world I lived in.

A MicroBlog by Kailyn McMahon

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Dear Mankind: A Letter From The Virus (COVID)

As Seen on “The Elephant Journal“.

Dear Mankind,

Thank you for hosting me.

From country to country, you’ve helped my blooming personality flourish and thrive.

I’m here to teach you vital lessons you couldn’t learn for yourself, to challenge you to change.

To let your polluted air and waterways have a break, to let the fish return to play in your bays.

I’m here to tell you who’s who – the hoarders from the helpers.

To remind you of the ripple effect, and just how far one ripple may extend.

I’m here to make you rethink policy, and the infrastructure you rely on.

To aggressively challenge you to check on your parents and grandparents more often than you have been.

I’m here to remind you that so many people fight battles you cannot, for yourself, see.

To teach you that there is still much uncertainty out there, yet to be unveiled.

I represent, in full, all of the challenges bound for this existence.

To remind you of the adaptable, advanced lifestyle and pace that each of you were afforded.

I came to make you think about the people whose lives you touched and whose lives they’ve touched because of you, and so on.

To remind you of your past – of plagues, disease and wars that came before you – that will come again.

I’m only forcing you apart, to teach you that the vitality of working together benefits the progress of mankind.

To tell you that the same connectedness that got us into this mess – is exactly what it’s going to take to get us out of it.

I’ve infiltrated lungs across the globe, to show you that you all breathe and function – the same human way.

I’m here, but not for long. I know, because hope is a human trait.

I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused, I pray for lessons learned.

Thank you all for hosting me.
I hope that you can hear me.

– Covid 19

This piece has also been published on Elephant Journal

by Kailyn McMahon

MicroBlog

Anxiety.

Anxiety is sitting forever in a bathroom stall at work because you’re so trapped inside your head that you literally can not come back out.

It’s knowing you cannot get a grip even if you try, but still wading through it like you matter.

Anxiety is driving past your destination because you’re afraid of what will greet you at the door, even when you wanted to be there.

It’s fluffing around the front yard of the party until you’ve really convinced yourself that you’re good enough to be there.

Anxiety is having big plans and even bigger dreams but not being able to ask the first question, without assuming your burden on the world.

It’s being in a box inside a world that is so clearly spherical.

It’s grey hair and scrunched up wrinkles from a lifetime of ruthless worry – with no end in sight.

Anxiety is a loving heart and casting an open net, but a botched up brain that says:

“Close the gates.”

It’s knowing all my flaked-out plans means people might not come back for me, but sweating – hoping that they do.

It’s knowing that I say “I’m sorry” too much and that I ask too many questions.

It’s not being able to stop living my life with paranoia.

Anxiety is “I have tried to change.” This is who I am, and I am asking you:

Please, love me anyway.

by Kailyn McMahon

August 2019