Comments on a life less lived

"Right to die" and "Right to live" aside, what matters most is being at peace with whatever decisions you make about your own life with the help of whatever light guides those decisions. Terri Schiavo lost the ability to make those decisions and family, friends and hoards of perfect strangers have been fighting selfish battles to make that decision for her ever since. It's a shame, really, that this case (we call it a "case" - it is no longer a "life") has consumed so much public attention when it is a private matter concerning the troubled life of a young woman nearly died in 1993 as a result of the bulimia that was slowly killing her from the inside out.

May she finally rest in peace.

Love rises. Love falls.

It comes down to the small things. Did they cuddle in bed the same way we do? Did they have nicknames? Did he use that same cute voice? Did they share the same secrets, or was the secret of their infidelity enough? The small things poison my thoughts, and then I question everything. Not his love for me, though. He says he still loves me and I believe him. Love is bigger than all the small things put together. Love is big enough to be taken for granted.