I’m fluent in love languages. As an additional birthday gift to Bob, I spoke to him in his native love language of duty. I dutifully swept our sidewalk and cleaned out the gutter for his return from golfing.
Never mind that the other side of the street is littered with remnant of an unhoused tweeker. Ignore the neighbor’s trashed yard which has never been been tended to. Doing what I can without infringing on other people’s property is the love language I silently speak to my hood.
What does your side of the street need? Can you do something about it while respecting your neighbors? Ki to Happiness dutifully does her part.