I believe. I truly believe everytime a true act of pure kindness, the type of kindness that doesn't benefit the one giving, pure pearl kindness happens, in this truly otherwise disgusting world, a flower grows to remember the simplistic beauty of this one real human interaction. To replace and replicate the warm feeling left in someone's heart after an honest selfless act. However, with kindness, exploitation follows quickly behind. Flowers are frequently violently cut down to sell to the capitalistic public, they sit in the delticate white ceramic vase before they slowly wilt from the sadness of being ripped away from comfort, becoming distasteful to the onlooker, who then quickly buy another bunch the next week. Acts of human kindness are much like this. The few Honest and truly kind people are often exploited for self gain much like flowers. What is humanities true beauty? Kindness or exploitation?
