What Does it Mean to Love?

There is this incredible pressure to be unique, profound, original, distinct. You must produce something new, do something spectacular, be something special. One among billions, and each one of us must stand out.

What chaos.

What does it mean when my success is contingent upon standing above the rest? How are we to maintain community when we're so focused on individuality?

We are each our own, but we belong together. Individually bleeding for one another. A bevy of parts when who we are is revealed in our sisters and brothers.

The truth is, you are a part of me. Whether you like it or not, this will always be. Your pain is always haunting me. Your success is all that I seek.

Your joy makes mine replete.

In this, I find that I am complete.