I bought a journal recently. In it I write down thoughts that have been on my mind for awhile, but mainly I write down nice things that strangers do for me. Just random acts of kindness.
I write them down to remember that the world is still filled with nice people. And to remind myself that in the mix of all the anger, hatred, violence — there are still those with a kind heart. It’s something I need in my life. Knowledge that this world isn’t going to shit. So I write them down. And I pay it forward.