I think being nice is badass.
I think holding the door for a stranger is bold.
I think striking up conversation with a cashier is daring.
I think paying for the next-in-line’s coffee is crazy.
I think speaking gently during rush hour is radical.
I think washing dishes for mom is a day-making.
I think bringing flowers to a sick friend is game-changing.
I think humbly forgiving,
openly smiling,
unabashedly laughing,
really hugging
redeems the world.
I don’t think too nice exists;
I don’t think
too happy
too loving
do either.