There is a difference between acceptance and love.
For my entire life, I’ve thought I am a loving person because I don’t hate anyone, and I pretty much get along and can have fun with everyone.
But tonight, I’ve realized that that does not necessarily mean that I am a loving person. It just means I am an accepting person.
And, I can only wonder why I am accepting. Am I just blase to life? Or am I genuinely accepting of people and appreciate each and every one of them?
So, since I know I accept humans, my next goal is to love them.