I had a conversation tonight with a person whom I love as a sister.
She doesn’t know how much I want her to find passion and purpose.
She doesn’t know how much I care that she doesn’t care.
She is unaware of the punch to the gut of my soul it was when she told me that it didn’t bother her anymore that she couldn’t get herself to care about … anything.
Human beings weren’t supposed to be like that.
Human beings were supposed to be filled with passion.
I want to spend my life helping people come alive.
I’d love to see people’s souls set on fire, illuminated like a million flashlights, filled with purpose, desire, fulfilment, excitement, love that transcends boundaries, joy that leaves people scratching their heads.
Sigh. If only she knew…