I'll do it again.
Sometimes I’ll realize after doing something, that I hold a small resentment that my actions haven’t been reciprocated. I’ll really put care and try to show love to the people I care about, but as it gets closer to night it rears its ugly head and reminds me that they haven’t, and most likely won’t do the same to me. I won’t have birthday parties, I won’t be monitored or observed, I won’t necessarily be a priority.
I’ll still do these acts of radical kindness, no matter what return I get back out of it. I pray the world becomes a kinder place, and I will strive towards that no matter if it doesn’t trickle back down to me.
I’ll do it again, and again, and again.