Thursday, April 20, 2006

"I wonder if I'll ever meet a underclassmen and just click with them. I hope so. That sort of happened with Allison this year at camp. But she's two years younger. So -- no -- that is the same." (What?)
--Lauren, 2002

I spent the last hour and a half or so typing up 10 pages of Lauren's diary, (in preparation for her show in June) from early childhood to her sophomore year. Funny ... it's so striking how pain always exists in our lives by taking different forms and inhabiting different bodies. Same with love.

You can love how your favorite shirt feels across your shoulders and love the way a song moves your insides to affect your outside and you can come to love a person so intensely that everything else in the universe disappears. Love, love, love, isn't it the often root of our deepest pain? What force, action, noun, and verb is so great that we are willing to lose ourselves and be cut down and experience merciless pain? There's no way to articulate why love is worth it. In spite of everything, there is love, and that's enough.

It's not that love isn't enough to ease pain, save a life, or change the world. It's just that love wasn't meant to be a band-aid or a medicine; instead we are to build our lives and beings around love because throughout uncertainty it will lead us to the greatest good.

It's been a very long day and now I want to get through the next two weeks all right.



"Let me die the moment my love dies.
Let me not outlive my own capacity to love.
Let me die still loving, and so, never die."

2 Comments:

At 6:14 PM, Blogger paige said...

i love you.

 
At 6:25 PM, Blogger KtHumm said...

you... are amazing.
your words inspire me, give me hope.

i love you.
always.
kt

 

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