Wild Kindness: Essays on Loving Well Part 3

Somewhere along the way, we were taught that love meant holding tight. That if you cared enough, you clung. That if someone mattered, you had to wrap your hands around them, fasten them to your side, prove they belonged by never letting go. But real kindness, wild kindness, was never about ownership.

Real kindness doesn’t cling. It doesn’t conquer. It do…