Get ready, we’re talking coffee.

 

They say college is the biggest time to find yourself, but how do you know when you’ve found it? Do you ever find it? Is it possible to achieve one level of perfect happiness and contentment in yourself? Is your search ever over?

In a game of mind ping-pong back and forth with myself as I pretend to be writing notes in front of a rambling English professor, I had this thought:

I think when you love someone, in any form of relationship, whether it be mother/father/sister/ husband/nephew/wife/trashman/Starbuck’s barista, the greatest thing you can do for another human being is make them wanna be themselves. Make them feel like if they could be anybody, they would be them. Make them say, “If I could be anybody in the world, I wanna be me. There is no better one to be than being me.”

So this morning, when Suzanne handed me my venti iced coffee at Starbucks, it felt good to be me (If you’re a Marist student, you know Suzanne. Everyone should be themselves, unless they can be like Suzanne. Then be Suzanne).

And when you think about it, is there any paradise greater than loving and being yourself? Isn’t self contentment all we’re ever really trying to achieve?

Relationships should be about you. If they’re not, change them.

You should make me wanna be me.