My good intentions are so Obvious to myself. Of course I’d be there for my friends at their worst moments. Of course I’m grateful for each and every person that comes into my life. I’d take a bullet for my family, and cat videos pretty much turn my heart into a pile of mush.
Sometimes I forget that people who don’t know me and people who expect the worst of others, can’t see intentions. Intentions don’t make impressions. Intentions don’t comfort others. Actions do, however. I’m always reminding myself to do the little extra things for the people I care about, just so they know that I’m there for them now and I’ll be there when the real hell breaks loose.
I’ll give people rides, write a longer letter on a birthday card, reassure them when they’re doubting themselves, and all the little things that take just a little bit more effort but are very meaningful on the receiving end.