How To Make the World a Better Place

Think of it: never stop loving anything-- anyone, anywhere-- that you've ever loved, even for one moment. Just continue loving--love my little ponies--love my dog Sassy who died when I was 17-- love David Maetos, my crush from grades 1-5-- love The Phantom Tollbooth and A Muppets' Christmas Carol-- love and love and love.

Couldn't it spill over into this world?

Love collecting seashells and keeping them forever

Love making and taking weird photos with my sisters

Love the morning light

Love pretty colors

Love the gentle asymmetry of wind on sand

Love the ocean's vastness;

Love the moon, my moon

Love Dana's white birthmark on her scalp

Love the gentle, inward tiptoe of North Carolinian crabs

Love life that grows despite unforgiving circumstances

I don't know, maybe we don't have the capacity for such love. The worst part of memory is its inability to stand up to the equalizing power of time. Maybe we're protecting ourselves from ourselves. But some pain feels important, doesn't it?