I planned on posting this blog post about a week ago, but I couldn’t do it. I’m not the type of guy who makes personal blog posts at the drop of a hat, especially when I’m not in the mood. For the last few weeks I haven’t been feeling love but content about my life. It seems that having your uncle die before exams and fall break doesn’t do much good. I’ve been burying myself in my school work and even now I still have 4 assignments to do after I attend Veritas. I’ve barely socialize with my friends outside of things that require my presence and I feel like everyone has become a bit less familiar. But only now do I realize that I’m grateful to have friends like these. While I don’t rely on them as much as I should and I probably won’t ask for help until I’ve reached orange levels of bad, it’s comforting to know that there are people out there for you. People who love you. It’s an easy thing for me to say, but a hard thing for me to accept and realize. Because it’s hard to believe that everyone isn’t acting out for their own best interest or whenever they feel like it, but out of love. So, while they don’t always find my hilarious jokes funny, and while I’m not always open to them, I’m still glad to have friends like these. To trust. To cherish. To build a community in Christ. And also to attend their weddings. Because I think I would make a great best man.
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