Treating everyone you meet with suspicion might win you some points in shrewdness, but you can't always afford to see the world that way.
Sometimes, the people you consider enemies are enemies because you made them to become one. Because you never trusted them from the very beginning, and so you treated them badly.
Despite your cynicism and paranoia, You still have people you love. Extended family members, siblings, a partner, or even a child. You won't always be around for these people when they need you. You may be incapacitated or even dead. How would you feel if others treated them like sh*t, like they don't matter? How would you feel in your grave then if you discover there's no single person on earth who would show your loved ones kindness?
Being kind is not weakness.
It takes two strangers to build friendship.
It takes two strangers to build marriage and start a family.
Mysterious isn't it?
POUNDER ON IT
LORDRAR
