🔥Understanding the Pivot: Solve for X
🧩 The Convergence of Nice, News and the Noose:
Welcome to Nostalgia for 1980
Born into the echo chamber of “niceness”—a mimicry of peace that never quite reached kindness, you were raised to feel all language as tonal. Talking is performative.
Rooted in fear and survival rather than courage or conviction, nice is the mask you were taught to wear when the world failed to offer kindness. You learned to smile anyway. It was supposed to work.
But niceness is not the fruit of the Spirit.
Niceness mimics peace. Kindness makes for peace.
Niceness bends to avoid conflict. Kindness burns to confront lies.
Niceness is always open to interpretation, always in need of being liked.
Kindness can’t be made to doubt who it is. Kindness will not change.
Wake Awake
Gen Xers are in their reins now. Not with loud revolt. But with quiet, holy fire.
Choose Kindness. Murder the noose of “the news.”
For too long, news has meant knowledge, control, urgency, power. Listen. See. Obey.
News is not what a man needs. A man needs kindling.
Kindling doesn’t inform. It ignites. It doesn’t scream headlines—it births hearths.
Distinguish noise from kindred spirits. Forsake appearances for substances. The bitter root of “nice” is everywhere—online, in the room, in your thoughts.
Kindred is rare—but when found, it’s clear. Kindred doesn’t speak over you. Kindred stands beside you.
⚔️ The True Kindergarten
Once upon a time, maturity meant obeying the controlling tone, managing others by your own obedience, performing niceness in hostile rooms in the hopes of peace by scapegoat-self-offering.
Now, the veil is torn: the Kinder, the children, are not given in order to make them fit. They are born to express you under God, as more of your own, a kindling of kindredness, an understanding of your own kind.
Being kind is about knowing what to do —
Even when wolves wear sheep’s smiles.
Even when the noise shouts, “stop making waves.”
Even when the news silences, “trust the experts.”
Even when “everything’s fine” means “no, it most certainly is not.”
Truth is fire.
We are not the Boomers.
We do not have to be the Millennials yet.
We can burn with holy zeal. We can be the Kindled we were born to be.
The Father is not interested in tone.
He is not interested in appearances.
He is interested in love.
We have seen the system. We’ve smiled through its lashings.
We kept the peace while our souls burned in sorrow.
Now—the wind has changed.
It is not the time to return in kind.
Today is the Day to kindle the kindred.
Burn away the mimicry.
Forge courage to share.
Let the news go unanswered.
You were born into the worship of noise.
You were raised on addiction to news.
You were taught to justify yourself by being nice.
But now, you are free.
