Goodwill is a form of wealth. We do well to grow it.
As a backpacker, lost and stumbling through the language, etc. - many would look down on me. But more would be willing to help.
As a start-up, low-key hustle helped us attract favours, introductions, and help. Goodwill.
In love, I tried half a dozen dating apps. But a mutual friend’s kind introduction set me up for life.
Enjoying goodwill reminds us: it never pays to be tacky.
It’s hard to wish well towards someone who’s riding too high. Same with someone arrogant, vain, boastful, indolent or proud.
Goodwill is a currency, somewhere between a donation and a blank cheque.
Between individuals, it's an informal economy of favours.
Across society, a parallel stockmarket.
After all, the media trades continuously in the currency of goodwill.
We can have our eyes drawn to a tragedy, generous to the point of harm.
Or enraged by headlines that evaporate goodwill towards an out-group.
It's easy to forget: friendships are more valuable than success.
So when society appears at its most competitive and transactional, it's a beautiful irony to remember: our most valuable assets are unbuyable favours.