Loving Loving

So I was having a conversation with a friend who is currently stressed about her future. And in a rare and brief moment I felt very wise, telling her "you will help broken people. Grad school and all of that fancy stuff is just a means to end. So focus on the end and all of that other stuff will just fall into place." 

I felt wise because at my ripe old age I am supremely confident in one thing- loving people is all that matters. This is the stuff of philosophers and poets and a 24 year old undergraduate at Lee University. 

On a daily basis I am surrounded by professionalism and the need to accomplish. People are rushing to get their grad school apps in at their dream schools. People are worrying about who they need to please and forgetting who they need to love. And while all this hustle bustle is going on aroundme I am contently sitting with my friends, learning more about what makes them tick and offering them love and support. And I am so happy. So. Happy. 

My best friend, Kate and I started a revolution. A re-love-ution. 

All that peripheral stuff is ultimately a drag on the greater grander things... (all you need is) love. I stand firmly on this: when you die, your life won't be summed up in college degrees or promotions or if you passed or failed an exam. It will be summed up by the profoundly subtle ways you were able to reflect something better than yourself, all of the ways you put yourself aside to focus on others, all of the tears you cried for the broken, all of the captives you set free with LOVE. And that's way more important than what grad school you did or did not get into.  

Shalom, 

J.