✒️Warning: long caption ahead. ✒️ I was sitting on the bus this afternoon, my hands numb and bright red. An elderly man in a wheelchair rolled onto the bus with equally cold, red hands. My heart grew heavy as I watched him settle into the designated handicap spot. I wondered who he was and what his story was. I began thinking of how I, too, will be that person. How life erodes our bodies just to spite our ferocious, illusioned youth. And I began wondering. What would I like to have accomplished by that age? What are my goals? What is my #1 goal in life? I struggled to find a single, crowning objective of my life. Then it hit me. First it was a few song lyrics. Then a few more. Then the word flooded my mind like a symphony. Love. Love. Love.
That is my goal. To love. To be loved. To embody love. As Victor Hugo so marvelously pointed out, “To love another person is to see the face of God.”
