to connect

i have learned, in my short life so far, the need to feel attached to the human race, to be a part of the universe. i understand how important it is to connect. although this connection can be to things, to ideas, to feelings, and to thoughts, the most profound of my connections have been those with other people.

one should not underestimate the power of truth. being open, and sometimes painfully honest, with other people can get right to the core of our being. without censor, without pride, and without denial. there may be fear, as this is a great endeavour. but, with so much to risk there is infinity to gain. to connect with people in love, in joy, in fear, in sorrow, in grief. it is wondrous to feel life through a second person.

i've been incredibly blest, and perhaps undeservingly so, to have the opportunity to do this. beyond finding this connection with friends and family - which i take care now to qualify, i try never to take for granted - i have been able to make this connection with strangers. this, more than anything, has been the most provoking experience of my adult life. it instills in me a burning desire to touch and taste and hear. i want to be ever more aware of this world and all that it offers. and even more, it gives me great hope, the kind that yearns and aches with brilliance. i hope for the time when we all might connect. in this we would find the ultimate compassion, and perhaps, eternal peace.