this morning #833.

this morning, i looked down & the words “love yours” were right there at my feet, stenciled onto the sidewalk by some stranger. vague but potent. at a time when i felt fairly far off from my family & believed they were to blame for that space, the words hit me hard. i hadn’t been loving much of anything lately, disenchanted with this distance that’d been imposed upon me. perhaps i needed to be the bigger man. it wasn’t written down that love had to go both ways to even exist. i could continue caring about my family & maybe one day they’d catch up. thanks to those two words i’d stumbled upon, from now on i swore i’d try to love mine & let the chips fall where they may.