that make the world better.
not big things.
and it’s always more work than you think.
that make the world better.
not big things.
and it’s always more work than you think.
i’m. not sure. huh.
that’s all i want to see in someone’s eyes. but lately i haven’t seen it in my own. that explains a lot. i am trying to think of the last time i . . . something. something like helped someone i didn’t know in some way that is bigger than holding the door but smaller than saving the world or even the community or the train. something about making a difference spontaneously. something unplanned, something stunningly happy, something slightly magical.
perhaps my expectations are too high. or are they too low?