Learn How To Love


This post will be part blog and part spoken-word poem. I just want to process everything I’ve been hearing from the news and try to speak about what’s on my mind.


People are dying. I wish it could stop.

There is so much anger and hate in this world. Why can’t we learn to love?

Do we even know what love is? We say that love is love, but what is love?

I know that a lot’s been going on in the world. I hate hearing of police officers killing Alton Sterling and Philando Castile. I hate that 11 police officers were shot in Dallas. I know that a LOT of y’all are angry right now and nothing I can say will change that.

I wish in times like this we can choose to love instead of expressing our anger. It’s easy to be angry. It’s easy to demonize every police officer. It’s easy to say that “All Lives Matter” isn’t enough. I see so much anger as a reaction to this. We have a right to be angry. We are justified in our anger. Our anger is an expression of our hunger and thirst for righteousness and justice. But we cannot hold onto our anger and unleash it towards people we can’t even really see. We need to retaliate against violence with all the love we have.

So what is love?

Love isn’t indefinable. It’s not a feeling. It’s a choice. Love is wanting the greatest happiness for everyone, even the ones we hate. It means to speak out when police are killed just as much as when the innocent die at the hands of the police. It means that we acknowledge everyone, even the ones in Turkey and Iraq, as our brother and sister. I don’t care if you’re religious or not. I don’t care what belief system you have. We need to stop seeing those outside of our “circle of belonging” as a them. We are all an “us.”

I refuse to be angry over this. I’m more sad than I am anything else. I’m sad at all who are angry. I’m sad that it seems like this year is getting worse and worse. I’m sad, and yet in spite of it, I am trying to find little bits of happiness, tiny points of light that shine in this darkness. For me, compassion and mercy are that light. Through prayer, I let go of this anger and remember to choose peace instead.

Our universe is not an indifferent one, as strange as it may seem now. We are all part of a greater narrative. As Hamilton has said, we have no control who lives, who dies, who tells our story.

We won’t be remembered for our hashtags, but by how we retaliate and the actions we choose. History has its eyes on us. How do you want to be remembered? Will you be remembered for your anger? Or will you be remembered for how much you loved?

All Lives Matter


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I don’t usually like writing about hot-topic current events, especially stuff involving politics or violence. But sometimes, a girl’s gotta stand up on her soapbox and say “I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

Precautionary warning: If you don’t have anything nice to say, go elsewhere.


The videos released by the Center for Medical Progress that document the sale of organs from aborted babies disgust me. I felt like throwing up as I watched them. I was involved in my pro-life club in college, but this?

It feels like something out of a horror movie for me. I don’t want my taxpayer dollars going into this organization! Regardless of whether you’re pro-life or pro-choice, there is something wrong when people are forced to pay for things they don’t support. I understand our tax dollars going to the military, even if I don’t support all the military action going on overseas because I still support the people who fight for our country. But this?

I cannot believe how cold and callous people can be when it comes to what they claim is just a “blob of tissue.” It’s about as bad as The Hunger Games! Lord have mercy. Pray for the souls of the unborn children and for these people to realize just how unethical their actions are.

This also disgusts me:

I am getting tired of police brutality. I don’t understand why they happen. I only pray for mercy on the officers. I’m also getting tired of hearing of another shooting. It’s getting to the point that The Onion turned these shootings and the attention the media gives them into a joke. As hard as it may sound, and believe me, I’m very certain some of you are ready to rage over this, but I want to forgive the people who committed these violent actions. I want to pray for whatever caused the police to attack people and for the shooters in the Louisiana movie theater. As I said before, I’m not a political expert. So I don’t know if gun control is the answer to ending the shootings. And I don’t know how people should handle the cops when it comes to situations like Sam Dubose. All I know is that as hard as it may sound, they are still people. Majorly broken people, but people nevertheless. And their lives matter just as much as the lives of those they killed.

Which means I also care about this as well

Pope Francis said in his encylical Laudato Si: “The violence present in our hearts, wounded by sin, is also reflected in the symptoms of sickness evident in the soil, in the water, in the air and in all forms of life.”

I know that people seem to give more attention to a dead lion and to police brutality and random violent shootings than to the violence of abortion, but honestly? All of them are connected. Cecil is as innocent as the victims of the Louisiana Theatre shooting, Sam Dubose, and all the victims of Planned Parenthood. These lives matter. But the lives of those who committed these violent acts? Their lives matter too. No matter how much we hate them, paint them as monsters or worse, they’re still people. As impossible as it may seem, I plead for mercy for them. Because ALL lives matter.