I’ve never thought about cancer. I’ve never known anyone who has had it, and while people around me participated in charity events and wore those little pink ribbons, I’ve always felt sort of a guilty detachment toward the disease.
In a weird way, my freak out was almost productive. It was almost a little stimulating.
The saddest part of it all is that most of these comments are prompted by someone else’s attempt to create something new and beautiful, whether it be a love song or a great handmade drink.
For one to feel purposeful and accomplished immediately following his or her college graduation, it would seem mocking, offensive, even vain.
Be honest with yourself in deciding if your love is magical or if it’s simply comfortable.