On love

July 14, 2011 at 7:10 pm (Random thoughts)

A friend once told me that life shouldn’t be ‘measured’ through the moments when you breathe, but rather through the moments when you feel that you cannot breathe anymore. Paradoxically enough, there’s an infinity of numbers and yet very few such moments to be quantified. What is love? A pathological feeling or a perpetual process of autosuggestion? As the philosophy teacher asked the whole class: why do we love people and why do people love us? Out of will or out of admiration? Can we really use the words ‘love’ and ‘why’ in the same sentence? Some consider love a variable of time, that is to say, the strength of the feeling is given by the length of the relationship. (These people usually end up realizing that ‘the significant other is not who they thought he/she was’).  In my opinion, true love does not lie, true love does not reproach, true love doesn’t care about acne or cellulite, nor about the tousled hair in the morning, true love does not seek for revenge or punishment, true love does not support the idea of polygamy, nor does it impose monogamy, true love cannot be bought with money and a fancy car, true love cannot be bought with lipstick, foundation and mascara either,  true love does not seek to invade the other person’s life; true love only seeks to know.

 

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