“The words “I” and “Love” and “You” are the watermark of humanity. Strung together, they convey our deepest sense of humility, of power, of truth. It is our most common sentiment, even as the feeling of it is so infinitely uncommon: each to proclaim these three words with his or her very own heart and mindset of reason (or lack thereof); a proclamation completely and perfectly new each time it is offered. Uttered daily and nightly by millions, the words are said in an unending array of circumstances: whispered to the newborn in a new mother’s arms; shared between best friends on the playground; in the form of sympathy - said by a girl to a boy, as the respect continues but the relationship does not. It is said too loudly by parents to embarrassed children in the company of their friends, and by grown children - to their fading parents in hospital beds. The words and thought in the company of the photograph and said in the company of the gravestone. It is how we end our phone calls and our letters… the words at the bottom of the page that trump all those above it, a way to gracefully finish a message, however important or trivial, with the most meaningful gift of all: the communication of love. And yet the words themselves have been the victims of triviality, a ready replacement for lesser salutations among near strangers, burst forth casually as “love ya.” Truly? To what degree? Why, how much, and for how long? These are questions befitting the stature of love, though not the everyday banter of vague acquaintance. The words have also been twisted by the dark nature of deceit; to say “I love you” with a dramatic measure of synthetic emotion; a snare set by those who prey upon fellow humanity, driven to whatever selfish end, to gain access to another’s body, or their money, or their opportunity. In this realm, the proclamation is disgraced by one seeking to gain rather than to give. In any case, and by whatever inspiration, these words are woven deeply into the fibres of our existence. Our longing to hear them from the right place is maddeningly and simultaneously our finest strength and most gentle weakness. Perhaps the inability to say these heaviest of words is as much a part of life as the lighthearted candour of those who say them with no difficulty at all. And so it ends with the phrase whispered to and by those of us most defeated and most elated… I and love and you…”—The Avett Brothers (via thoughtsmemoriesdreams)
The last few months of a long distance relationship have taught me a lot about me and Ryan. I honestly worried what affect this would have on our relationship, especially after hearing less then positive stories from our close couple-friends. But in reality it is just another thing that has shown me we are strong couple, able to adapt to many different situations. More then that, it has solidified that we are meant to be together, to be married and to go down whatever path life takes together. I love you Ryan!
I’m rarely too personal on here but I need to ask anyone’s advice, whether you know me personally or not.
Last July, my brother was one of 75 people killed in a terrorist attack in Uganda. Al-Shabab, a sect of Al-Qaeda, initiated the attack at viewing of the final match of the World Cup. Suicide bombers attacked the rugby field and an Ethiopian restaurant and in an instant my family and 74 other families lives were changed.
I have spent the last year trying to avoid any sort of hate, profiling, or unjust fear. As a Middle Eastern Politics major, I went to trusted professors who are incredibly humbling representatives of the Muslim faith. I felt betrayed because even though I am a Christian I have fallen in love with the what Islam has preached and have learned that the mainstream media’s representation is reprehensibly off. Sitting with these professors and honestly asking them to show me why these terrorists are not representative at all of Islam, my hate began to vanish.
Now, however, I have the opportunity to face these attackers head on. Since my brother is the sole American killed in these attacks , the FBI is giving us the opportunity to go to the trial in Uganda. Part of me wants to go, to put individual faces to those who robbed me and my family, and so many others, and the other part wonders if seeing it would make things worse. If you had this opportunity, what would you do?