reflecting, part five

A few things converge as the primary elements to a developing human (me).

• I have good parents, and my Dad honours my mom and womanhood as one of society’s great goods.

• I am exposed to history (see part four)

• I marry someone I shouldn’t have, but I have a baby and that changes everything. EVERYTHING. Part four and real life (baby) collide to help me come to terms with the fact that I matter…in the course of history, and whether or not I detract from or add to the world around me…

My choices mattered. How I spent my time, money, energy and love mattered. And the weight of that struck me hard. In a good way. It made me more responsible. It made me more considerate. It made me care. I was looking at the world through the eyes of another.

Noting that the world around me and how I interact with it made me want to love like crazy.

Love like there’s no tomorrow.

Love radically.

Love all the people no matter how I feel.

Love even after I fail to love well (every single day).

Love like crazy. Love other people like your newly born baby. Love like this person, this moment, like this intimacy will never exist again. Be so in love with your life that you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even the bad stuff.