Saturday, March 8th, 2008...11:50 am

Thirteen questions (and a plea)

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I’ve been wrestling with a lot of iden­tity issues and inse­cu­ri­ties lately. I’ve invited them all to run amuck in my mind. Among them:

Who am I? What are ways in which I hurt oth­ers? What do I need to change about myself–and what things can I stand con­fi­dently in? Am I a bad stu­dent, boyfriend, leader, bro, son?

Then these ques­tions invite their friends over:

Where will I be in a year? What are my pas­sions? How do I nav­i­gate the ten­sion between doing what I love and doing what’s right and doing what’s safe (not that they’re mutu­ally exclu­sive)? Will one come at the expense of the oth­ers? Can I mature and still have dreams?

And soon it becomes a Ver­i­ta­ble Reunion:

Is it healthy to let some rela­tion­ships taper off–even before it’s time to say good­bye? Am I emo­tion­ally dis­tant or am I just try­ing to cope? How do you sew a but­ton onto a shirt? Who will I know in a year?


Hey, God. I just want to know that you love me.