The Rest of My Life

   When I think about what I want to do with the rest of my life, I am not confused or uncertain at all. I know EXACTLY what I want to do with the rest of this life I have to live. Be it a day, a week, a year, 50 years. I know, without a doubt.
   I want to love people. I want to care for people. I want to spend all that I have and then go even further, until it hurts, loving people. I want to look babies, teenagers, the elderly in the eyes and share my soul with them. I want to love them. I want to love people.
   I have known this for my whole life. It has manifested itself in different ways. It has become clearer and clearer to me as the the past years have emptied themselves, one into another, that I am meant to offer myself for those who have no one else to love them.