Yesterday a friend of mine who read one of your older novels and had no idea how old you were asked me if you were still alive. It wasn’t a silly question but I started to panic a little because death is a inevitable thing, and as you well know, all great things must come to an end, and yes, one day you will eventually die, like many great authors I deeply appreciate. I’m not scared of dying, not even a little bit, but how can I overcome this awful dread of seeing my favorite authors dying?

neil-gaiman:

You try to remember that as long as you can pick up our books, we can still speak to you directly. Still make you smile, still make you care, still make you cry.

It’s the best sort of immortality there is.

Dear Neil, I am a horrible person. How to be kinder, please?

neil-gaiman:

Sometimes I suspect we are all horrible people. Or at least, we are human people. Same thing. We are impatient, judgmental, irritating and irritated, grumpy, easily offended and the rest of it.

So how to be kinder if it doesn’t come naturally? 

Fake it. 

Fake it a little bit at a time. 

Because there isn’t actually any difference between doing something nice for someone because you are naturally saintly and perfect, and doing something nice for someone because you are secretly demonic and trying to cover it up. It’s still an act of kindness either way, and you still made their lives better.

Smile at people. Say hullo. Ask about their lives. Remember what they’ve told you about their lives. Do small things to try and help them. (They will not know you are horrible, do not worry. They will just perceive that you are helping.)

Give people the benefit of the doubt. Remember that it’s more often stupidity to blame than evil, that everyone can screw up (including you) and what’s important is learning from that.

Think “What would an actually kind person do now?” – and do that. Don’t beat yourself up when you fail. Just be as kind to yourself as you will be to others – even if you have to fake that.

And good luck.