Robin Hood was sitting on a stump overthinking life as usual. Was humanity, at its core, good? Did his existence matter to anyone? Then Little John passed by with a gift for him, just because; it was a gray scarf he’d knitted for Robin himself.

It was like being given physical proof that you are loved and that people are kind. Robin Hood placed it around his neck, his thoughts disappeared, and he just felt so good.

Robin Hood was sitting on a stump overthinking life as usual. Was humanity, at its core, good? Did his existence matter to anyone? Then Little John passed by with a gift for him, just because; it was a gray scarf he’d knitted for Robin himself.

It was like being given physical proof that you are loved and that people are kind. Robin Hood placed it around his neck, his thoughts disappeared, and he just felt so good.