River cares deeply about Anya. She befriends her and names her. She wants to be with her and is excited at the opportunity to visit and watch over her. She knows all about her and is hurt when others ignore her.
Sometimes I have thought that I love my interests in a similar way. It's not that I simply find them amusing or interesting. I actually care about them. I want to guard them and sit with them. I'm so happy to see them. When I think about it like that, though, I seem very strange. I mean, who would care that much about a clay tablet or a lighthouse? They aren't even alive. But that is how I feel. Just how I feel.
I didn't realize that I felt like that when I was a kid. That I was like Dr. Jones, who cared more about people who'd been dead for five hundred years in another country than about his son Indiana. It wasn't until I got to Croatia that I realized I had such a wonderful family who were more beloved than any thing that I was studying. I appreciated them so much and wanted to show them how much I loved them!! ♥ I love them so much.
I still feel care for my interests, too, though. Is that ok? Is it sinful or is it just a difference? Is it possible to feel differently? What does it look like for me to love others? What does it look like for them to love me? These are the questions I've had as I've gone sailing into the world.
(Sixth post reflecting on the video game "To The Moon")