Quality Time = Love = Worthwhile

How do you measure what is worthwhile?

What's the standard of measuring worth?


Every once in a while, there will come a day when a veil of sorts lifts from my eyes just enough to see beyond the trivialities of what many call life. Inevitably, there are also days when I let myself be blinded to reality.

Today is something different. Today was filled with an almost aimless wandering of sorts. My body is content to remain motionless. My mind battles hourly against the numbness of the normal day while knowing something greater could be had. My spirit aches to be alive.

Days like these have been occurring with more frequency than in years previous.

I'm still trying to figure out whether I'm simply yearning to be around people or whether it's something different. It's probably a bit of both.

On a more local note, I've noticed that large parties or gathering no longer interest me the way they did in the past. Even tonight, there is a large party of friends happening just across town. I'd guess that upwards of 20 of my close friends are there. While, I enjoy spending time with them, I've come to realize that small groups are definately where I'm most comfortable and most myself. If I were to point out one of my five love languages, it'd be 'Quality Time'.

So, in my book, quality time equals love. Love is worthwhile.