Our flesh has a crappy way of keeping score. I mean, I'm sitting here watching the Colbert Report, with Eric Reiner saying he has finally figured out that money doesn't buy happiness. Well, gee, give him the Nobel Prize for that.
I'm tired of the way we keep score, but I'm also tired of hearing people tell us that we aren't "poor college kids." It's all relative, ya know?! Sure, in comparison to kids my age in Africa, I'm freakin' Steve Jobs, but when I look around me sitting in, say, choir class, I feel like the bottom rung of the ladder.
You want to know how I want to keep score? In love. But not how much love I receive. I want to keep score by how much love I give. When my roommates leave a sink of dirty dishes, show love. When I feel like gossipping about the next potential break-up, show love. When I want to snap at someone for being late, show love.
Want to know my score? If not, stop reading then, 'cause I'm going to tell you:
I have an amazing parents who never failed to teach me love, even the hard way sometimes.
I have a few people here at UK who always have a hug or a smack on the head, which ever is needed. They don't put up with my crap, and they trust me with theirs.
I have a leadership position that allows me to learn more than I could ever teach.
I have a passion for my future career, and the talent to help me enjoy it.
I have my past, which propels me forward so as not to experience it again.
I have a relationship with the Creator of the Universe, and my mind cannot fathom His Greatness.
I'm freakin' rich.
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