Today was one of those days that makes me want to be twenty-three years old more than anything else. I will always feel inferior to you simply because of my age. I care, a lot, so you know. I’m afraid I’ll fall, I’m afraid I’ll fail. I’m frustrated and fearful of being free, because I don’t know what that means. We throw things and dance in the street because it makes things seemingly better. We sing songs and cry together witnessing the love and sincerity of a truly wonderful friend, and it hurts less. And then, we pray, and the bad things become changes to accept and become setbacks to help us grow and bring us back to what really matters.
“It is Jesus in fact that you seek when you dream of happiness, he is waiting for you when nothing else you find satisfies you; he is the beauty to which you are so attracted; it is he who provokes you with that thirst for fulness that will not let you settle for compromise; it is he who urges you to shed the masks of a false life; it is he who reads in your hearts your most genuine choices, the choices that others try to stifle. It is Jesus who stirs in you the desire to do something great with your lives, the will to follow an ideal, the refusal to allow yourselves to be grounded down by mediocrity, the courage to commit yourselves humbly and patiently to improving yourselves and society, making the world more human and more fraternal.”