I’m starting to think there is no such thing as being “too sappy”

Recently, I’ve felt a sort of love for all people that I never felt before.

I’m a keep-to-myself type of person. I always have been, but maybe a little too much so. I would keep my head down, read my books, and not go out of my way to make conversation with anyone.

But, in that respect, I’m undergoing a bit of change. I’m still quiet–and a little shy–but I speak out more around other humans. I find myself longing to be a pure embodiment of love and kindness towards them. I’ll never reach the ideal, but I truly believe I’m headed in the right direction.

For whatever reason, I’ve come to better recognize everyone’s quirks, differences, individuality–whatever you want to call it–as supremely beautiful.

Maybe it’s because I’ve come more into my own in the past year or so, or that I know there are so many things in my life that people judge me for that I don’t want to do the same to others. I don’t want them to feel as self-conscious as I often do. I want everyone to feel accepted and loved because that’s how I want to feel, always.

And I know kind words and thoughtful gestures make a huge difference. It sounds ridiculous, but I feel a strong desire to blow kisses to everyone who says nice things to me or looks me in the eyes as they say a heartfelt “goodbye.” When someone I barely know genuinely wishes me a good day, it takes great restraint to keep from hugging them. When I’m treated with a kindness like that, I feel worthy of every good thing in this world.

When gentleness and consideration are foremost in human nature, I get a warm feeling that explodes from my depths. It is real, and it is tangible. When I’m touched with a heavenly warmth in the form of an act of another human being, I start floating. I drift down the hall on tiptoe, a faint smile on my face, my eyes worlds and centuries away.