Loving strangers

Right now is wonderful. There is so much hope. But I wonder if it's hope, if I have hope. Would I be so hopeful if things were going bad? Or would I have to be more hopeful? Knowing me I'm just waiting for the cannon ball, but I realize we can't do that to ourselves. Sometimes we'll get what we want, what we "deserve"; I truly believe good things happen to good people who work hard, as well as bad things. Sometimes bad people doing not so good things experience good as well. Life offers a little of both. But I know real happiness in the end (and who knows when that will be) will come to those who understand love and truly have that spirit of Christ within them.

I feel undeserving at times, but perhaps I better just start deserving it because everything is for a reason. I just... love life. And maybe if you're having a not-so-happy day. Watch this video of an amazing spirit. If it doesn't make you happy, well, we probably don't have much in common.

I really feel like I judge people like the girl mentioned. My judgments are harsh and strict. Perhaps not totally unforgiving, but what's worse is I think I totally justified myself. Any way, after watching videos like this I want to befriend the world. Okay, only good spirits.

You know when you meet certain people, you hardly know them and yet, something about them makes you love them incandescently. Not in that way, but in a spiritual way. They make you smile instantly and everything just brightens when you're with them. I feel like everyone deserves someone in their life like that. And better to the person that has several or can even be that person. Even if they just come and go, you connect and it's great.

But those who are always with us. Maybe there is a reason we should love those people better too. Strangers or not, let's befriend the world and always try to leave people better than when we found them, even a sarcastic old sass monster like me ;)

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