(What's going on/maybe what sparked this blog: My roomate's grandmother is really sick. Someone I haven't spoken to in a long time just asked me how my Dad was doing.)
I’m finding that in life nothing matters but God and people- the relationships you have and the vulnerability to love and express your love. Yes jobs, college and overall success are important, but not for the reasons people think, or the reasons we are taught. They are significant only so that you can be secure with who you are, so that you don’t develop major insecurities from a lack of these things that would inhibit your relationships; they are important so that you are free to love.
This is why the poor can die satisfied and the rich can die with regret. Of course, not in every case, but it’s worth noting. The poor who valued relationships that is, and the rich whose standards for self fulfillment (that would prevent relationship-hindering insecurities) were 1. so high they were unattained, never leading to the self fulfillment that lends itself to truly valuing relationships above all other earthly things, or 2. attained at the cost of blinding oneself to that which matters; people. To attain it, you had to be consumed by it; however once consumed, remembering why you even strived for it (if this realization is ever even made) is nearly impossible.
I want to succeed. I want a career and I want to be financially secure. But I value people more, relationships more, love more. I’m fighting to succeed, I’m fighting to love.
