My international brothers and sisters had to take pictures of the fall foliage. The colors are not great this year, but they thought the leaves were beautiful. They are. It was an great excursion.
Americans take pictures of things. Filipinos take pictures of people in front of things. They care much more about people than things.
Their love of people is refreshing.
This love is what I appreciate about my mother, sister, my aunts, ML, EM, and many other people I have forgotten. It is a motherly love, but some men have it too. I want to quell the Romanticism in my soul, but watching their unconditional love of people, of humanity, makes me rethink what is important.
My undergraduate Micro professor said, "As an economist, I appreciate the power of the market. As an intellectual (and a human), I sympathize with the radicals (Marxists)."
The other day I told ML that I hated everyone. She is a good friend. She did not ask if I hated her. She did not leave and never talk to me again. She listened. She held her laughter until she was out of earshot.
This event made me think. What is a good friend?
A good friend is someone who you can call for a ride, and they do not make you feel guilty. They understand that you would not inconvenience them unless necessary. There are many people who I would call for a ride because they owe me, but when they fail I would call a friend.
What the hell is happening to me?
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What the hell is happening to all of us? My only hope is that all of the questions we ask of ourselves leads us to a greater understanding. Although, a greater understanding of what...ourselves, the world, life?I guess I believe that while ignorance is certainly bliss, it isn't really what I want. I think the same goes for you WB and I would rather spend my time with someone who questions things than with someone who accepts and stays in their ignorance.
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