Once upon a time a man was kind.
He was kinder than was expected of him.
He liked to be kind.
He did not like attention to be drawn to his kindness.
If one were to look too closely they may find out the man was not kind, simply being kind. He was not a kind man. He was just a man.
He was being kind, because he wanted to look back one day on his kind acts, and know that he was capable of kindness.
A day would come when he would not be kind.
When he would be unkind.
It wasn't something he looked forward to. He didn't have any intentions towards cruelty, but he knew that that one day would soon come.
Until then, he would practice kindness. While he could keep being kind.
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