What is it like to be effortlessly nice?
To genuinely want to give up your seat on the train for an old lady without, at the back of your head, wishing she would kindly decline the offer?
To genuinely say “no you take the last slice of pizza”?
To say “I love you more” without half-expecting, half-wishing for the other to disagree?
What is it like to be completely willing to spare your friend a cigarette?
Or a stick of gum?
Or to let them have a sip (or a couple) of your favorite drink?
What is it like to never be jealous when your boyfriend is being friendly with other girls?
To have absolutely no ounce of envy when your siblings do better than you?
To not secretly hate the girl who is a million times prettier than you?
I feel so selfish at times.
But no matter how hard I try to enjoy being nice,
I sometimes can’t help but feel like it’s a chore.
I wish being nice was effortless.
Like I had a heart of pure gold,
Like I had a drive to be good and kind and nothing bad.
I wish I was nice like Jesus or something man.
