It can’t be seen, but it’s there, always. It manifests itself in different ways, but no matter what it looks like, it’s beautiful. 

Sometimes it’s a hug or a hand to hold. It can be a gentle word or a song. It can even be a good deed or just a simple thought. 

The world seems to be losing this beautiful thing more and more as thoughts and actions and words turn inward in a futile attempt to create some kind of twisted satisfaction. But this is what the world is founded on. It will never go away because it’s stronger than us, stronger than anything we can comprehend. 

Because it’s so much more than a word. It’s so much deeper than a feeling. It’s a promise of hope and a declaration of trust. And it will never fail.