Hello, faithful groupies, and passerby who happen upon this blog--
Once again I fear I must begin my post with an apology for the hiatus in posting anything. My goal has been to post twice a month, and March has certainly not gone as planned in that respect.
But there's still time! :D
Anyway, the past week was a bit of a doozy, with a lot of tests and homework and regular work...any by all that, I mean, moreso than usual. If you can really fathom that.
Ah, the glorious life of the engineer. Yes, all my friends (the four of them) were wondering where I was all week and if anything had happened to me.
In the great effort that was this past week, though, I learned a thing or two from it all. And not just all the material science that I was cramming. I saw just how deep I can really reach into myself and keep going. The amounts of effort and energy and time that I thought I had seemed to be more than I previously thought I had. Perhaps my capacity has been expanding over the past months--and isn't that the aim of life? As noted by e.e. cummings, daffodils know that the goal of living is to grow.
The concept that I hadn't originally planned to share, but that I've ended up getting at is this:
When you give of something, it implies that you have enough.
The other part of that concept is that, by continually implying that you have enough by giving of what you have (which is, of course, a finite amount) you arrive at one, or a mixture of two results:
a) you redefine what "enough" means
b) your capacity is increased in order to give and still have enough.
Obviously, you have to find that balance in your life and learn when it is time to say "no" to some of the many petitions for your involvement. You have to pick your priorities and choose your battles. But when you choose what is important to you and try to live your life out of love, I believe that you will find that you do have enough time and effort and strength and grit to give and have enough.
So don't be afraid to give more than you expected. And if you live out of love, you can trust that you will always find you have enough.
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Sunday, April 21, 2013
suculentus
So...I drew some pictures. I usually try to express some sort of story when I draw pictures and often that's difficult to do in one single picture, so this time I used two pictures, because the story I wanted to express was just so deep. It was worth two thousand words.
And, somewhat uncharacteristically of myself, I created a rather sappy love story:
Heartbreak ending, I know.
But for the record...I do love trees.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
temporum
The scholastic year is now drawing to a close, and I'm just now realizing some very valuable things that perhaps have been growing within my mind all throughout the year and are just now blossoming into the maturity that only experience can bring.
The first of these was made known to me around the end of last semester. Isn't that nice, how your own thoughts can make themselves known to you? They've been hiding and waiting for a good opportunity to present themselves all this time...because they know that timing is everything.
See, I was reflecting on some of the books that I had "read" throughout middle school and high school and wondered why I now found myself going to the library and checking out classic literature, something that I never imagined myself doing when I was younger and struggling through Animal Farm. Clearly, there is something wonderful about this literature that I completely ignored or missed when I was younger.
Perhaps some of it had to do with being 'forced' to read the book. When you're in the middle of your cherished teenage years and someone says "read Farenheit 451. It's about questioning authority," there's something inside of you that is like "Oh yeah? Why should I read your dumb book? What if I have better things to do? What if I just don't want to? Huh?" And that mindset kindof taints the reading experience.
Perhaps some of it had to be with being in eighth grade and understanding that Animal Farm was an allegory about some sort of tyrannical situation, but being 13 or 14 years old and having no idea who Trotsky is and only being able to compare everything bad to Hitler...you'd be frustrated at not getting the allegory.
Perhaps some of it had to do with not experiencing enough of the world yet to understand what was going on. Racism was something we'd only read about; grief was something we'd never quite touched; love was something we could only abuse.
With this realization, I decided that I ought to reread some of the books I didn't ingest fully the first time around. This is, of course, easier said than done because there are all sorts of books out there begging to be read for the first time, and you want to take the time to reread something you didn't like the first time around? Silly, silly...
So I haven't made it back to any books yet, but I've thought more about timing and life events, and I realized that perhaps if I had learned to play the piano at a different time, I'd have learned to love it and become proficient. I could learn to play all sorts of beautiful music that I hadn't known existed until recently...
Perhaps if I had fallen in love with soccer earlier, I could have turned that into much more than a recreational passion.
There are all sorts of what-if questions in regard to timing. But my wise seventh grade teacher told me at the beginning of the year that contrary to popular belief, there is a such thing as a stupid question, and most often those stupid questions start with "what if".
So don't get bogged down in stupid questions. I've found that things move in and out of my life with immaculate timing to make me the person I am and keep me on track to the person I'm becoming. If something doesn't work out the first time, that doesn't mean it isn't meant to be, it just means it's not the right time.
And just for the record, I'm not the only person to have this sentiment.
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven"
-Ecclesiastes 3:1
The first of these was made known to me around the end of last semester. Isn't that nice, how your own thoughts can make themselves known to you? They've been hiding and waiting for a good opportunity to present themselves all this time...because they know that timing is everything.
See, I was reflecting on some of the books that I had "read" throughout middle school and high school and wondered why I now found myself going to the library and checking out classic literature, something that I never imagined myself doing when I was younger and struggling through Animal Farm. Clearly, there is something wonderful about this literature that I completely ignored or missed when I was younger.
Perhaps some of it had to do with being 'forced' to read the book. When you're in the middle of your cherished teenage years and someone says "read Farenheit 451. It's about questioning authority," there's something inside of you that is like "Oh yeah? Why should I read your dumb book? What if I have better things to do? What if I just don't want to? Huh?" And that mindset kindof taints the reading experience.
Perhaps some of it had to be with being in eighth grade and understanding that Animal Farm was an allegory about some sort of tyrannical situation, but being 13 or 14 years old and having no idea who Trotsky is and only being able to compare everything bad to Hitler...you'd be frustrated at not getting the allegory.
Perhaps some of it had to do with not experiencing enough of the world yet to understand what was going on. Racism was something we'd only read about; grief was something we'd never quite touched; love was something we could only abuse.
With this realization, I decided that I ought to reread some of the books I didn't ingest fully the first time around. This is, of course, easier said than done because there are all sorts of books out there begging to be read for the first time, and you want to take the time to reread something you didn't like the first time around? Silly, silly...
So I haven't made it back to any books yet, but I've thought more about timing and life events, and I realized that perhaps if I had learned to play the piano at a different time, I'd have learned to love it and become proficient. I could learn to play all sorts of beautiful music that I hadn't known existed until recently...
Perhaps if I had fallen in love with soccer earlier, I could have turned that into much more than a recreational passion.
There are all sorts of what-if questions in regard to timing. But my wise seventh grade teacher told me at the beginning of the year that contrary to popular belief, there is a such thing as a stupid question, and most often those stupid questions start with "what if".
So don't get bogged down in stupid questions. I've found that things move in and out of my life with immaculate timing to make me the person I am and keep me on track to the person I'm becoming. If something doesn't work out the first time, that doesn't mean it isn't meant to be, it just means it's not the right time.
And just for the record, I'm not the only person to have this sentiment.
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven"
-Ecclesiastes 3:1
Sunday, April 7, 2013
servitium
So, for the past couple weeks I participated in what you might call a challenge. I made a particular effort to notice the small acts of service that other people perform daily. Things that usually go unnoticed or taken for granted. For me, this was best done by having a small notebook to write things in. That way, I was consciously recognizing things and spending some thought on them, rather than just a fleeting moment of mental capacity. My record is more permanent and meaningful.
And hopefully people don't think I'm creepy, writing down the good things they do. :P
Anyway, over the course of just less than 20 days, I recorded nearly 120 various acts of service. Some were bigger things, like somebody cooking dinner for me when I was too stressed with studying to do it myself. Others were smaller, like a particular compliment, or someone opening the door for someone else. Some of the services I recorded were done on my behalf, some on behalf of my friends, and some for people I didn't even know. Many were performed by my friends, and many others were by strangers.
Doing this gave me some hope for society and the world. It made it clear that the world around me and the people in it are good. It encouraged and inspired me to be more generous and gracious toward those around me, whether I know them or not.
The cool thing is that sometimes that can be as easy as a conversation. There were several times that somebody I didn't know very well would just talk to me as we walked from one class to another. Although we still don't know each other well and that one conversation didn't have a lasting affect on our relationship, I was still grateful to have someone to talk to that day; it always brightened my mood.
I encourage you to look around you at the good that other people are doing in the world. It's a refreshing experience and makes living a little bit easier, knowing that other people around you care about you, as well as the others in their lives. They care about the world they live in, and they love it enough to improve it, bit by bit.
And hopefully people don't think I'm creepy, writing down the good things they do. :P
Anyway, over the course of just less than 20 days, I recorded nearly 120 various acts of service. Some were bigger things, like somebody cooking dinner for me when I was too stressed with studying to do it myself. Others were smaller, like a particular compliment, or someone opening the door for someone else. Some of the services I recorded were done on my behalf, some on behalf of my friends, and some for people I didn't even know. Many were performed by my friends, and many others were by strangers.
Doing this gave me some hope for society and the world. It made it clear that the world around me and the people in it are good. It encouraged and inspired me to be more generous and gracious toward those around me, whether I know them or not.
The cool thing is that sometimes that can be as easy as a conversation. There were several times that somebody I didn't know very well would just talk to me as we walked from one class to another. Although we still don't know each other well and that one conversation didn't have a lasting affect on our relationship, I was still grateful to have someone to talk to that day; it always brightened my mood.
I encourage you to look around you at the good that other people are doing in the world. It's a refreshing experience and makes living a little bit easier, knowing that other people around you care about you, as well as the others in their lives. They care about the world they live in, and they love it enough to improve it, bit by bit.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
valentini
Today is one of most hated days of the year. Which is ironic, seeing as the day is dedicated to love. Well done, society.
I must admit that I have joined in on the Valentine's Day hating too. Why do we hate it so much though? It's really not different from any other day of the year--there are single people on February 15th and there are overly passionate couples on February 13th...so there's really nothing special about the 14th to love or hate.
But we've still constructed this silly notion that the 14th of February has to be some magnanimous lovers' event, whether we participate in it or not.
What this results in, more than anything, is people getting their hopes up unreasonably. I'm not saying that we should avoid hoping, because that would lead to avoiding living, but that we should be reasonable about it all. For example, if you are single and not currently dating anybody, and not really making much of an effort in the dating scene in general...don't get your hopes up that some fairy tale is going to come along and just happen to you.
If you want to hope for something, you have a degree of obligation, then, to work to make it happen. Wishing on stars is nice, but it just sets you up for disappointment when you don't do anything about it, and then your wishes never come true.
Funny how that works.
So, we hate Valentine's Day, but it's a little bit of our own faults. Which sucks.
What I suggest we do about this is start loving Valentine's Day. I mean, it's a day dedicated to love...but nobody said that had to be the lustful kind of love.
Basically I'm saying use the day as an excuse to do something special for your friends and family and other loved ones. Bake cookies, make a card, eat ice cream, watch horror films...
And if you've been caught down in the woes of "she doesn't know I exist" lately...DO something. If you're waiting for a Valentine's Day surprise, sitting around is not going to make it happen. Use the silly holiday you're so fond of as an excuse to do something nice for someone that normally you would have to think up a reason for to avoid looking stupid.
"Hi, I just wanted to stop by and say hi, and....I have no reason to do this other than I want to be with you"
versus
"Hi, i just wanted to say hi and Happy Valentine's Day, and I was wondering if you'd eaten lunch yet? I was just heading to the café...wannna go together?"
One of them sounds so much more reasonable...and promising.
And if you want to get in on the real love, send them a nice nerdy card. :D
So don't hate the day, and don't be so bitter about the situation. Find a way to love today that fits the love you have.
Happy Valentine's Day, my blog readers. :) I appreciate you guys!
I must admit that I have joined in on the Valentine's Day hating too. Why do we hate it so much though? It's really not different from any other day of the year--there are single people on February 15th and there are overly passionate couples on February 13th...so there's really nothing special about the 14th to love or hate.
But we've still constructed this silly notion that the 14th of February has to be some magnanimous lovers' event, whether we participate in it or not.
If you want to hope for something, you have a degree of obligation, then, to work to make it happen. Wishing on stars is nice, but it just sets you up for disappointment when you don't do anything about it, and then your wishes never come true.
Funny how that works.
So, we hate Valentine's Day, but it's a little bit of our own faults. Which sucks.
What I suggest we do about this is start loving Valentine's Day. I mean, it's a day dedicated to love...but nobody said that had to be the lustful kind of love.
Basically I'm saying use the day as an excuse to do something special for your friends and family and other loved ones. Bake cookies, make a card, eat ice cream, watch horror films...
And if you've been caught down in the woes of "she doesn't know I exist" lately...DO something. If you're waiting for a Valentine's Day surprise, sitting around is not going to make it happen. Use the silly holiday you're so fond of as an excuse to do something nice for someone that normally you would have to think up a reason for to avoid looking stupid.
"Hi, I just wanted to stop by and say hi, and....I have no reason to do this other than I want to be with you"
versus
"Hi, i just wanted to say hi and Happy Valentine's Day, and I was wondering if you'd eaten lunch yet? I was just heading to the café...wannna go together?"
One of them sounds so much more reasonable...and promising.
And if you want to get in on the real love, send them a nice nerdy card. :D
So don't hate the day, and don't be so bitter about the situation. Find a way to love today that fits the love you have.
Happy Valentine's Day, my blog readers. :) I appreciate you guys!
Monday, December 24, 2012
do
Perhaps it is time for some acknowledgement of the Christmas season? I know there are some of you out there who can celebrate Christmas all year long, but for me, I get a little bit sick of it after so long, so I try to hold off until as late as possible.
For example, I don't listen to the Christmas music on the radio. Ever. Partially because the radio has terrible taste in Christmas music, but also because they start playing it way too early, and I think it's almost desensitizing to be exposed for so long.
You know, like being exposed to violence and swearing and sex makes you think it's not such a bad thing. You build up a tolerance. Well it's the same way for good things, like Christmas. If every day after Thanksgiving (or for some enthusiasts starting immediately after Halloween) was full of Christmas music, Christmas movies, decorating everything for Christmas, reading Christmas stories and dressing like an elf (that was me yesterday at church...) then come Christmas day, there would be nothing special left to do...and it would be just another day in the life of a Christmas enthusiast.
There are, however, some aspects of Christmas that can never get old. Last year I spent my December entertaining others via music as part of my school's Vocal Ensemble (or "Madrigal Choir", if you roll that way). While this was exhausting and consuming, it was also really fun. We had gigs at parties and things, and those were nice, but we also had opportunities to share some great moments as choir and audience in some more special settings. We sang at a rest home and for church programs and all throughout the community. My favorite experience was an impromptu performance in the quiet bedroom of a family friend of one of the choir members. And it was beautiful to see the music we had worked so hard to perfect embracing people, strengthening them and comforting them.
This was my favorite song: (Sorry if the video is a little weird. It's a bunch of views of Logan, Utah. I couldn't find a better video song-wise.)
(Note that this song is not heard on radios or at shopping malls. This song is special.)
There are other aspects of Christmas Spirit that don't really get old for me. One is service. People turn December into such a huge service opportunity (think: Project for Awesome*, SilverRush, Toys for Tots, The Salvation Army's drive, and all those other opportunities to help out that you walk by every day.) and I wish that we could direct that much thought, effort and time to charitable causes and other people throughout the year, not just during one small part of it. But either way it's wonderful to be surrounded by others who are in such giving mindsets because it makes everyone want to do more to love each other and magnify their own lives to include others. And that never gets old because each opportunity and each experience is so unique and newly touching.
I also love the snow. Can't have too much snow.
And the food. :D
So enjoy your Christmas traditions and the spirit of the season, and do something special to commemorate everything that Christmas means to you.
*If you don't know what Project for Awesome is, I suggest typing "Project for Awesome" or "P4A" into the search bar of Youtube and educating yourself. It's worth it. :)
Saturday, November 24, 2012
compassione
And now, a word from our sponsors:
"Compassion"
'com-': with or together
'-passion': any compelling emotion
Compassion just became a lot more sympathetic than you used to think. So much for being sorry for someone. Now you're actually weeping with them, but also sharing their elation, their love, their dismay...anything they're passionate about, you're right there with them.
And them with you.
"Compassion"
'com-': with or together
'-passion': any compelling emotion
Compassion just became a lot more sympathetic than you used to think. So much for being sorry for someone. Now you're actually weeping with them, but also sharing their elation, their love, their dismay...anything they're passionate about, you're right there with them.
And them with you.
Monday, September 24, 2012
odisse
No doubt you have heard this conversation before, or even taken part in it:
"I hate BYU."
"Careful, now. 'Hate' is a strong word..."
And usually the reminder that you're using strong words quiets your original statement.
But why? Why should we be afraid to use a "strong word"?
And if 'hate' is so strong, why does nobody caution you against declaring your love for Utah State?
(really...nobody should ever question your love for Utah State. The above statement is moot.)
University affiliations aside, the question remains: Are we only allowed to use strong words for positive declarations?
Are the words that we use for positive declarations even perceived to be that strong?
Am I using too many rhetorical questions?
Undoubtedly. There really is an obscene amount going on here...
I'm frustrated by the loss of strength in words such as 'love', 'friends' and 'bacon'. Most people have already been exposed to the weakness of the word 'love' (and if you haven't, you can read this post to enlighten you further). Part of its weakness comes from the fact that there are so many different variations of love that its meaning gets diffused across all those meanings. "I love you as a friend." "I love you as a brother." "I love you more than I love bacon." "I level-three love you." So you have to supplement your declaration of love with an explanation as to what you mean so there aren't any misconceptions that lead to awkward dates, incestuous thoughts, or accidentally leading people on.
I've spent long hours explaining love. (often through a letter...I find those much easier to manage) It would have been so much more economical to just say, "I love you."
If the words "I love you" were beautiful enough to suffice, I'd have done so. But I found it necessary to dissect it and bare the entrails.
As for 'friend'. There are facebook friends, old friends, study friends, soccer friends, childhood friends, best friends, former best friends, roommates, people you met five minutes ago...
And with so many meanings, the word 'friend' has fallen to the same disease as the word 'love'. I'm somewhat disgruntled to find that my favorite people and truest friends are put under the same inadequate label as people whom I met once at a party three months ago and have texted thrice since.
But words like 'hate' and 'enemy'. You need no explanation like "I hate you as a villain." "I hate you more than I hate celery." "You just leveled up in my hatred for you." You can tell someone "I hate it when all the Boston Baked Beans are gone", and they immediately understand the level of pain and spite you're experiencing.
And yes, there are different intensities of hatred, but 'hate' has still maintained its status as a "strong word". Is it just not as diluted as 'love' is?
Unfortunately I don't think I have much power here to change everybody's usage of words like 'hate' and 'love'...I suppose I'm mostly just complaining about the world and wondering why it doesn't operate on my terms. Rude.
But in all seriousness, just be straightforward with your words. And please only love as much as you hate.
Monday, September 10, 2012
fabula
Every good story is a love story.
Now, I know this sounds gross, because love stories are so cliché and revolting, not to mention cliché... But it's true.
And if you're someone who knows me personally, you may be wondering what kind of blog link I gave you, because this is certainly not me writing...But it is.
Here, allow me to tell you a loveless story. It will be brief, in the interest of saving virtual paper.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was bored with her life. She didn't have a blog to fill her time, so she decided to embark on a journey and see what life had to offer. She traveled across the country until she came to the sea. There was nobody she wanted to say goodbye to, and nobody she was hoping to meet. But she sailed away in a small boat, slightly curious about what she might encounter in her journeys.
The girl was indifferent toward the ocean, so the sight of land one day was neither a relief nor a pain. She quickly found her way ashore and set out to explore her new location. There were some interesting things there, but nothing too noteworthy, and nobody to write to about the curious discoveries she was making, so these discoveries are rather inconsequential.
Okay, that got really difficult really quickly. Which is why there is no ending. And really no middle...and not much of a beginning either. The whole story sucks. See, the story would be a lot better if there was some sort of love going on. Naturally what comes to mind is that the girl either leaves a wonderful boy behind, or finds a new dark and handsome lad in the new land, or both. And yes, even that would make the story much less dry of a read.
But any other kind of love would be welcome as well.
See, stories require love in order to connect with us. Whether it's a love of a land (as in Far from Home...I'll just refer to that since we should all be familiar with it...), of a people, a culture, a sport, a mathematic principle, a small hedgehog....it all makes the story valuable. Sure, people usually get involved as well, but that doesn't mean that there is only one kind of love story.
Now, I'm sure that some of you little devil's advocates are wondering "What about hate stories? Those are passionate and emotionally involving just like love stories, but they are indeed loveless." And to you, I say that you use the term "hate" just as loosely as people use the term "love".
"I love bacon" is not the same kind of love as "I love my dog". While both are clearly desirable....actually, I'm pretty sure that bacon love is pretty deep stuff...
Take two:
"I love reading 'The Far Side' comics" is not the same kind of love as "I love my dog". Obviously, most of us have a much deeper attachment to dogs than to comics, and this is largely because of the many good experiences we've had with our dogs that outweigh the good experiences we've had with Gary Larson.
Unless your dog is named Gary Larson.
Similarly, "I hate Justin Bieber" doesn't carry the same weight as "I hate celery", because I haven't had many experiences with Justin Bieber (thankfully), but I have had countless miserable experiences with celery. Awful, stringy stuff...
True hate has to be rooted in the same place that sincere love is rooted. You can only truly hate that which you have truly loved. And you can only truly love something if you give it the power to break your heart.
See, my heart's been broken by soccer before. And math, yes. And by each of my closest friends. (They take turns, but some of them take more than their fair share of turns...) And by Marcus Mumford.
But not so much by bacon. Or Boston Baked Beans. Or the city of Boston. Or even zebras.
Each person's love story is a little bit different. I could tell you how I spent summers dedicated to soccer, and never made the team, and yes, it's a love story. That's why it's worth telling. If I had spent my summers training for the wrestling team and then didn't make the cut, that wouldn't have been a good story because it's completely passionless.
So, as we all go around making stories to tell, just remember that where you invest your love, you invest your life.
And if you're someone who knows me personally, you may be wondering what kind of blog link I gave you, because this is certainly not me writing...But it is.
Here, allow me to tell you a loveless story. It will be brief, in the interest of saving virtual paper.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who was bored with her life. She didn't have a blog to fill her time, so she decided to embark on a journey and see what life had to offer. She traveled across the country until she came to the sea. There was nobody she wanted to say goodbye to, and nobody she was hoping to meet. But she sailed away in a small boat, slightly curious about what she might encounter in her journeys.
The girl was indifferent toward the ocean, so the sight of land one day was neither a relief nor a pain. She quickly found her way ashore and set out to explore her new location. There were some interesting things there, but nothing too noteworthy, and nobody to write to about the curious discoveries she was making, so these discoveries are rather inconsequential.
Okay, that got really difficult really quickly. Which is why there is no ending. And really no middle...and not much of a beginning either. The whole story sucks. See, the story would be a lot better if there was some sort of love going on. Naturally what comes to mind is that the girl either leaves a wonderful boy behind, or finds a new dark and handsome lad in the new land, or both. And yes, even that would make the story much less dry of a read.
But any other kind of love would be welcome as well.
See, stories require love in order to connect with us. Whether it's a love of a land (as in Far from Home...I'll just refer to that since we should all be familiar with it...), of a people, a culture, a sport, a mathematic principle, a small hedgehog....it all makes the story valuable. Sure, people usually get involved as well, but that doesn't mean that there is only one kind of love story.
Now, I'm sure that some of you little devil's advocates are wondering "What about hate stories? Those are passionate and emotionally involving just like love stories, but they are indeed loveless." And to you, I say that you use the term "hate" just as loosely as people use the term "love".
"I love bacon" is not the same kind of love as "I love my dog". While both are clearly desirable....actually, I'm pretty sure that bacon love is pretty deep stuff...
Take two:
"I love reading 'The Far Side' comics" is not the same kind of love as "I love my dog". Obviously, most of us have a much deeper attachment to dogs than to comics, and this is largely because of the many good experiences we've had with our dogs that outweigh the good experiences we've had with Gary Larson.
Unless your dog is named Gary Larson.
Similarly, "I hate Justin Bieber" doesn't carry the same weight as "I hate celery", because I haven't had many experiences with Justin Bieber (thankfully), but I have had countless miserable experiences with celery. Awful, stringy stuff...
True hate has to be rooted in the same place that sincere love is rooted. You can only truly hate that which you have truly loved. And you can only truly love something if you give it the power to break your heart.
See, my heart's been broken by soccer before. And math, yes. And by each of my closest friends. (They take turns, but some of them take more than their fair share of turns...) And by Marcus Mumford.
But not so much by bacon. Or Boston Baked Beans. Or the city of Boston. Or even zebras.
Each person's love story is a little bit different. I could tell you how I spent summers dedicated to soccer, and never made the team, and yes, it's a love story. That's why it's worth telling. If I had spent my summers training for the wrestling team and then didn't make the cut, that wouldn't have been a good story because it's completely passionless.
So, as we all go around making stories to tell, just remember that where you invest your love, you invest your life.
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