Opinion

We may have come to believe that our loved ones should be the center of our lives. We long to mean everything to them, do we not? But can you truly meet all of her needs all of the time? Do you feel like you complete him or that you even should?

We have all been exposed to a catastrophic, cataclysmic event. Some of us are just wandering in the world knowing that it has become a frightening, fearful place. We may not even have a clue as to what we should do or what, if anything, can help.

Usually, I have two or three columns ready ahead of time, and I send them in as the weeks pass. I write when a topic/idea comes to me or when I’m in the mood. This way, I’m never left with a deadline in two hours and nothing to hand in. And yes, I was the girl in grad school who handed in her term papers a week early. I completed them; who knows if my printer would conk out next week or the file would accidentally be erased. I wanted the term paper turned in, so I didn’t have to worry about it anymore. I mention this now because I am breaking into my collections of yet to be published articles to publish this one as it deals with Chanukah and Chanukah is still somewhat fresh in our minds.

Do you find yourself wanting to help someone but not being quite sure what she is in need of? You want to be of service to him or deepen your bond perhaps. But what can you plausibly offer others? Do you even know?

Is your life going the way you planned? Have you achieved your well-defined goals? Hmmm. Sometimes life has other plans for us. Mistakes, illness, or some other event can derail us entirely. We realize that our hopeful plan cannot come to fruition. Did you ever make Plan B or C? Something unexpected will inevitably come along in our lives, yet we wonder how things ended up this way.

What is love, my friends? There are a myriad of ideas that enjoy powerful cultural endorsement, but are they true? Is love an exciting feeling when you are around him? Is love simply having common interests and shared values with her? I know. You want him to look at you the same way you look at chocolate cake. I get it.