Love is effort taken for granted
The last post was the one I should have written yesterday, so this is meant to be a fully distinct post for today. I saw a person who posted an art project they wanted to do and it took them over a year to do. It was one animation where they drew a different frame of it every day, and it was a relatively simple scene but the pure love that went into it really hit me. Similar to the thought of the pinned post of art, I think a lot of love is things taken for granted. Like how my parents carried me into bed after a car trip when we acted asleep. Or the deserts or meals that my dad would feign disinterest in just for the chance of us wanting to eat it. I think a lot of love is founded on actions that are likely to never get recognition.