Still, I see love everywhere. In small acts of selfless compassion, or in people simply being kind to those everyone else ignores.
I’ve always been a reader. Learning to read before finishing kindergarten is a huge point of pride for me. Books offer an escape, not just a place to win but another world to learn about. Since my incarceration, my interest in fiction has dwindled significantly. Now, I want to learn about the real world and find my place in it. This world is a very busy place, and many of my loved ones have not been able to stay in contact. Books give me a sense of comfort. I believe that once I find the knowledge I need to serve my purpose in this lifetime, everything will feel a little less lonely.
I read all kinds of books: neuroscience, philosophy, self-help, and even spiritual growth books. I wish I could say that, at some point in my life, I had someone I could just sit and read with, but I haven’t found that person yet. Still, I see love everywhere. In small acts of selfless compassion, or in people simply being kind to those everyone else ignores. As for romantic love, I guess I want someone I can just be with, without the fear of being hurt. To varying degrees, I think that’s what we all want: the ability to be ourselves, maybe even find ourselves with someone, and never have to wonder if it’s going to be okay. I don’t expect a perfect fairy tale, but it would be nice to just click with someone. Wouldn’t it be? One thing I’ve learned is that love is usually something we work at. It doesn’t feel like work because we want to do it. Ultimately, right now I’m not even looking for love. I just want someone to talk to. Someone I can relate with, or maybe not. A decent conversation about positive, realistic things is hard to find.
