The older I get, the more I think that there isn’t always any rhyme or reason to why things happen. The older I get, the more I believe that a lot, more than I probably want to admit, is really out of my control. There’s only so much I can do.
So I’ve been trying to make a conscious effort to do “little things,” to put some good will out into the world and hope it spreads. The other morning, I picked up a plastic spoon on my son’s playground. A few days ago, I stopped the car in the middle of the street so a jay-walking postal carrier could cross safely (even though the driver behind me grew impatient and honked).
On Monday, I was walking to a doctor’s appointment, and I saw this spray-painted “got love” message on the sidewalk.
What if it was that simple? What if we went through our days simply showing love in all its forms? Love to ourselves. Love to our family and friends. Love to our community. Love to our planet.
It’s something I can do. It’s something I can control.