Faceless

I woke up this morning and I hear the radio talking about how to write romantic novels, and the writer describes that the plot requires that there are at first 2 people, then there is a conflict. And the conflict requires that at least one person must sacrifice. Sacrifice for the sake of love, and that's what gives the romance its weight and I think about the people I'm willing to sacrifice for and the people I'm not, and how sad or disappointed I was that I can't be around the people I'd want to sacrifice for, or that there's nothing I can sacrifice for them. But then I thought about what I'm supposed to do with my life and why I got to school, and I think I didn't try because I was scared. But I'd rather not be in a situation where I admit that I'm scared. And I remember Martin Luther King said that faith is like taking the first step without knowing where the ladder goes. And this is relevant because I find that I'm so much more confident & motivated if I know exactly to the last detail where I'm going and all the payoffs. To the point where at times I'd rather do absolutely nothing than try at something I think I'd fail at. But I've been searching for a reason not to do that, because I just end up lying on my bed all day.
Anyway, all these thoughts are kind of comping together in this interesting way--that radio bit about sacrifice and the Martin Luther King bit about faith, fitting in nicely with my school situation and emotional situation because, in conclusion, I don't want to be scared of making sacrifices for the sake of love for vague people, lacking characteristics in your head.
I have faith to sacrifice for love, but not just one person but for people, for humanity. What's so scary about loving a faceless person? What's so scary about love having its own face--not the face of a human?

Martin Luther King

"True altruism is more than the capacity to pity; it is the capacity to empathize. Pity is feeling sorry for someone; empathy is feeling sorry with someone."

"There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us"

"As long as there is poverty in the world I can never be rich, even if I have a billion dollars. As long as diseases are rampant and millions of people in this world cannot expect to live more than twenty-eight or thirty years, I can never be totally healthy even if I just got a good checkup at Mayo Clinic. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the way our world is made. No individual or nation can stand out boasting of being independent. We are interdependent."