i had a conversation today about authentic, purposeful love and whether my life reflected it or not.
i, of course, was very quick to think, yes. i’m pretty confident that i love people, especially those dearest to my heart, well.
then, i began to consider whether if what i thought and reality were the same or was i merely kidding myself into thinking that i love people the way they should be loved.
and now, as i sit here and reflect a little more, i realize that i’ve probably failed at it some days but also succeeded other days. there is no use in worrying about what has already been, only how to make the most of each day, each moment from here on out.
i want people to be able to say that i loved all people. and i loved them well.