It is quite an amazing day to remember - the day when you realize that the things you care most about are not material things, like cars or money, but people whom you love. The people who are close to your heart that you would do anything for. They are the ones that make you laugh with stupid jokes and offer their sleeves when you're upset. They make you stronger; they almost lift you up.
Ask yourself: what makes you truly happy? Is it your house or your car? How about your furniture or your 50 ft. boat? Your jewelry and your clothes? These things are great but in the long run they cannot talk or feel or listen; they are objects that we buy to try to fill a void that is inside of us, deep down eating away at us, longing for something bigger.
These past few months have really been an eye opener for me. My faith and my relationship with God have grown and honestly I have been trying to get rid of these material things. I have found that their only purpose is to waste money and time to gain nothing in return.
Time is not important. Money is not important. Objects are not important. Friends and family are the true riches in this materialistic world and I am so glad that I have realized this now instead of later in life.
On the other hand, I must admit that when it comes to love it is pretty sucky to love someone and not have the love returned. It is hard to be vulnerable and put your feelings on the line just to wait for the unknown - disappointment or acceptance. So the true question is do we bare all or do we wait? Wait for something to change, wait for someone else to come along or maybe wait for the feelings to simply go away?
Oy.
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You're so right about unreturned love being sucky, Sweet Pea, and very wise to be keeping your eye on your education while other people, ahem, are struggling to find themselves. It'll happen - try to be patient. In the meantime, I know of several younger men who think you're the cat's meow - namely, Patrick, Frogger, Sam, and Joey!
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