On the train, knees propped on elbows, cradling the blessed cup of liquid life in my hands, I look down at the veins cris-crossing my forearms, running across the backs of my hands. I admire their prominence, their power, their use. The longer I sit there, the more I ponder (and y’all know how I am when I ponder): these are the pathways from my hands to my heart; my actions DIRECTLY affect my emotions. If I do something hateful, it eventually gets back to my heart, and it could potentially poison that beautiful love muscle with my misdeeds.
On the other side of that coin, those roads go both ways. The to and from of them make me realize that the more love I feel in my heart for those around me, the more likely my hands are to put those caring thoughts into action.
What you’ve got on the inside eventually finds its way out, and, more importantly, what’s on the outside eventually finds its way in. If you’re having trouble going one direction, maybe the answer to your question is turning it around. Love y’all.