“to be loved is to be changed” is such a wonderful innocuous statement in which i can only picture the markings of a childhood once begun and now passed. and yet i think of this statement on its head like a flipped coin and wonder if it can be interpreted so innocently. “to be changed is to be loved” only sounds like a piece of manipulative rhetoric; or even just the thoughts of the warmest optimist nosediving into rock bottom. but it leaves me with this question: do we as people change things in order to show that we are loved? is the act of changing the world an instance of loving the earth you were given and bestowing it upon the next generation of people? or if i create something that will outlive me, wouldn’t i want everyone who comes across it to see it, to see me, to know that i was loved upon the time of its creation, and to love me long after i can no longer feel the love? is the act of creating a legacy not just me screaming into an empty abyss of future onlookers: “please look at me and know that i was loved once. please look at me and love me for a little while longer.”
