crazy love.
either i’m becoming incredibly emotional at the most random of moments these days or i’m discovering that despite all of my grand plans and formulaic pursuits of wisdom i haven’t even contemplated a life lived more freely and radically. my profession is cramped with ego and elitist tendencies, but what would happen if i took a risk, sacrificed my dreams of endless budgets and beautiful sites for a population of hundreds of millions that are completely neglected? i recently read with my high school boys francis chang’s ‘crazy love,’ which spoke of lives lived completely uninhibited, undignified, and full of unexplicable love for each other.
and this is where i feel like i’m breaking my own heart. because whenever i feel like i’m living with love as a pure and untamed objective i can’t help but feel like i’m playing it completely safe. i need to become an undignified mess of love, but i’m far to complacent leaving my frustrations in blogs and songs written by complete strangers. He must be amused, because i’ve quickly cataloged and bookshelved my moments of radical love yet i pang for a heart that endlessly pursues those moments.
open wide my door.
