On 9/11, amidst the chaos and terror, one theme emerged: love. In their final moments, every voice, facing unimaginable fear and death, spoke only of love. There was no hate, no blame, only a desperate desire to connect with loved ones one last time.
It struck me: in our final moments, love is all that matters. Yet in life, we chase wealth and power, forgetting the love that truly defines us. Imagine if we lived each day with the same clarity we find at death’s door. We would be reminded of our own mortality and the importance of cherishing every moment, of embracing love and compassion over power and greed. We’d realize the true depth of our potential, fueled not by material ambition, but by love.
If we could just embrace that love now, in the fullness of life, we could create a world far more beautiful than we can imagine.
That day, in the first week of my political science master’s program, the world shifted beneath my feet. I couldn’t fathom the repercussions then, and even now, the full impact of it eludes me.
Looking back, I wish my curriculum had focused less on power plays and more on the power of love. Instead of lessons on power, conflict, and strategy, why not teach on love and community?
I long for a world where we cultivate love from the earliest moments, rather than awakening to its full force only in our final breaths.
In towers tall, on wings of flame,
Love’s whispers rose above the pain.
In chaos and fear, love’s voice did rise,
Whispered farewells beneath darkening skies.
No thoughts of hate, no vengeful plea,
Just hearts laid bare, eternally.
If love’s the song when life departs,
Why wait for death to ignite our hearts?
