When I came to school this morning for the first day after hols the principal called a general assembly and told of one of the teachers who had been in Phuket. She had lost her husband and she herself was in the hospital now. Furthermore, Morten, a guy from my year and the volley team, had been skiing in Norway where he, New Years Eve, had fallen 8-9 metres to his death. We will be having a memorial service for him tomorrow; one he does deserve.
What to do with the ensuing frustration? After all, we are raised hearing daily of the terrible deaths of others and this, I venture, effects devaluation of our fellow people. Like Morten, after each volley practice I found myself wondering about him, reading his expressions and actions in vague eagerness to understand him, but I never thought much of this. I never thought to value him, because that is not what we do. We do not make ourselves too vulnerable by expressing our admiration of and love for others.
In any case, we, who are left behind taste the bitter, vast emptiness, many of us struck with the realization that each of the people who surround us matter to more to us that we dare admit. -dare we risk loving?
"Love - or not to be" as aforementioned, and o, does it ever ring true! Can one truly live if one does not truly love? Love is the flesh and skin on the bare skeleton, the colours in the cold sea and the taste in the food. Without it, the world and us would exist without all that there is to live for. Therefore, let us love and not hate, living for, because of and to love!"
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