For those who make us think, and act.

Those close to us make us feel good.

A bunch of those make us feel loved.

Yet some others make us feel accepted.

And then there are those who make us feel listened to.

And then, of course, there are the funny guys who make us laugh.

Only a choice few make us think, and act.

They push us to examine ourselves and our values.

It’s not always pleasant. It’s not always nice.

For they push and prod in uncomfortable places.

They contrive to get our mental adrenaline flowing.

They make us pause, take stock and reflect.

They don’t take us on face value.

They don’t care about the small talk.

They push us to understand ourselves and our values.

They push us to act, and fail.

They push us to accept ourselves for who we are.

Here’s to those who make us think.

Here’s to those who push us to act.

For, very often, the issue with the world is not the bad stuff that happens.

It’s everyone who just looks on and lets the bad stuff go on.

Here’s to those who make us think.

Here’s to those who push us to act.