Most of the things most people spend the most time on are not real. People always ask me what I mean when I say this. What’s real is the faith you feel in your soul when you drive in the warm sunshine with the music up and windows down, and finally realize that everything just may turn out okay. It’s the love you feel in your heart when you see a small child help an elderly woman without expecting anything in return after you’re sure you’ve lost all faith in humanity. It’s the true happiness you experience after seeing the spark of hope and a genuine smile on someone’s face who was once broken, and knowing that you were the one who helped put it there. This is what I consider to be real.

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