I walked to a coffee shop earlier today to grab a vegan burrito and smoothie for breakfast; I had a rough start to my day and needed food as quickly as possible. When I finally got it, I sat at a table and swallowed a few of the potatoes and half of this huge pre-sliced burrito.

As I walked back to my place, I ran past a guy who’s at a bus stop most days. He’s homeless, a little older, and has this friendly light about him. Something punched me in the gut and told me to give him the rest of the food; I honestly think that punch in the gut was one of my ancestors. I looked at him, said hello, and asked if he’d eaten anything this morning. He replied no and I asked if he’d like half of a burrito and the potatoes. He kindly replied yes and I passed it over as I walked towards my apartment.

If you live in any of the bigger California cities—any city to be honest—you know how rampant of a social issue homelessness is. It’s jarring to say the least and I can go on a rant about it being something that easily can be relieved by our governments and social support.

I mention all this to say that I think we lose sight of humanity at times and forget to simply care. I don’t need a cookie, I don’t need a pat on the back, I don’t need much of anything besides Ryan Gosling whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I do want us to remember those small moments when we can care and do so intentionally.