I took this picture somewhere in Canada on a hiking trail… What do you think of it? I loved it because it has a special place in my heart– first time in Canada, went hiking with family, and I felt free seeing all the greenery. Yet, is my love for this trail the same as that of my mom’s who dislikes most things to do with nature?
Some food for thought: “Love doesn’t mean the same thing to everyone.”
Think about that for a second.
That one line has been tugging at my mind. It’s beautifully tragic, isn’t it? One person’s love doesn’t quite equate to that of another. Both people in a relationship could say “I love you” and be truthful about it. And yet, their love is not equal. It’s just not the same. One partner in a relationship, or even just a friendship, could care about the other person so much more. The one that cares more could see the other person as the center of their life; yet, the other person could be caught up in their own ambitions in life and would hardly notice the caring one’s absence. But somehow, at the end of the day, they both love each other. Just… not with the same magnitude.
Another relevant example: if I befriended someone, made them my first friend ever, but they already had ten or twenty other friends before me, that one person would mean so much more to me than I probably would to them. And sadly, both scenarios happen very often. Tragic, no?
Just thought I’d share a little bit of what’s been going on in my head! College applications, tennis season, and other things have made me forget to post for the longest time. But I have a few pieces written up that should be posted soon!
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