Scatter love everywhere; the bumper sticker philosophy, Instagram caption wisdom, the kind of advice that sounds nice until you try implementing it. Love like confetti flung carelessly at strangers, coworkers, the barista who misspelt your name.
Maybe, though, there is some veracity among the cliché. little acts of kindness spread randomly: holding doors, sincere compliments, tolerance with sluggish cashiers. Love just needs persistent little acts building into anything significant; it does not need huge actions.
The issue is judgment. Scattering love throughout some falls on those who will weaponize it, error kindness for vulnerability, abuse generosity. Predators hunt where love scatters freely. Still, protecting love too fiercely means nobody gets it. Love amassed turns dormant, idle, finally forgotten. Better to scatter freely, believing enough falls on rich soil while others land on concrete where nothing grows.
Scatter love all around but reserve some for yourself. Empty hearts cannot scatter anything except anger masked as weariness.