Rockdale County High School - Tempus Fugit Yearbook (Conyers, GA)

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,iff There is a definite need in man to be loved, and to give love, but the word itself avoids concrete definition. It has count- less forms - we love our family, we love our friends, we love our pets - yet the feelings involved are totally different in each case. We care, whether directly or indirectly, about numbers of things, but the most perfect form of love is when giv- ing of yourself is all that is necessary for your own happiness. Though we do bestow our love on family and friends, if we are lucky enough to find the one other person who fills a void in us not filled by relatives or companions, it occupies our minds constantly, refusing to be ignored. The gift we receive from loving another so completely, even if our love is unre- quited, is seeing a little of that person in everything that touches our lives. We become aware of beautiful dimensions in time-worn routines that we had never truly appreciated. In the tradition of the great poets Cand undoubtedly, some bad onesb, the song of the birds in the morn- ing is sweeter, the feel of the breeze softer than we had ever imagined possi- ble. 5