I know I often write on the topic of love. However, I was contemplating do I even love? My answer as all humans is not nearly enough. This makes my life a paradox. I will explain what I mean. My heart has been burdened by this thought for quite some time. Now I am not merely being a social reform activist but this world is a paradox in the sense that people are living without purpose and hope when hope and purpose are right in front of them. I see myself as a paradox because in the very core of my being I have hope I can share the love I have but I let fear, and my lazy, lethargic, individualistic self hold it in as so many of us do. Quite frankly who can say they pray for the world out of love every day? Week?  Or even month? I know I don’t.