What makes a good deed? I think it is intent. It doesn’t matter how small the thing is or how insignificant it seems to the doer, if they are taking time out of their day to do something for a friend or a stranger, regardless of who is watching or who might know about it, that’s goodness. The deed is dredged in love and kindness and says something more true about the doer than they will ever realize.
It’s sunday and almost monday and I’m tired and I haven’t had the energy to write poetic things about important topics. The pain of this year is bound to me like a second skin. But the yea is almost over and im determined to help it ebb away so that I can scratch back to the surface of who I used to be. That’s the goal anyway. We will see if it happens.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 