Thinking, Hoping, Praying that I could approach every minute, every moment with the spectacle of kindness. To look through its' lens all day every day, to speak with it, to think with it, to dream with it. Never too much of it, always too little. Not niceness, but kindness. And in all things to not expect it, but to keep giving it, hoping for nothing in return. And to marvel at the reciprocation of it when it happens.