I love the way my dad talks to strangers. I love he way he likes to meet new people and is unafraid to ask questions. His curiosity inspires me. I love the way my mom thinks of everybody else before herself. I love the way she goes above and beyond to put a smile on someone’s face. Her generosity inspires me. I love the way my brother hugs me tightly. I love the way he is not ashamed to show affection. His warmth inspires me. I love the way my sister stands up for herself. I love the way she affirms her point of view and speaks her truth. Her authenticity inspires me. I love the way my grandma still acts like she is 20. I love the way she does not let age define her. Her radiance inspires me. I love the way my grandpa makes me laugh. I love the way he makes little silly jokes. His lightheartedness inspires me. I love the way my cousin is so calm. I love the way he is grounded and does not let anything shake him. His peacefulness inspires me. I love the way my aunt is so carefree. I love the way she doesn’t give a fuck about anything. Her freedom inspires me. I love the way my teacher is so passionate about his students. I love the way he treats me as a friend and gives me his honest opinion. His deep care and love for others inspires me. I love the way strangers awkwardly walk past each other on the street. I love the way some of them smile at each other, some ignore, some flirt, some judge. Their humanness and individuality inspires me. I love the way I romanticize my life and find the light in the darkness. I love the way i search for the beauty and magic in every moment. I love the way that I let my pain inspire me instead of harden me. I love my sensitivity and vulnerability. My softness inspires me.