I want to declare all my devotion to pure and true love. In these times of choler and fear, it seems that nobody falls in love for real, nobody wants to live an impossible love, tearing up into passion. Nobody accepts to love without a reason, simply the gift of loving without getting anything in return. Nowadays people fall in love as a practical matter or fear of being alone. Sometimes people feel comfortable in relating to their colleagues who are there near from them, because they get along with each other and not get upset too much or because the art of conquest is tiring, time consuming, it is difficult.

Unfortunately, love became liable to be combined or charged. Lovers became partners. They meet, discuss problems, and make decisions. Love became a bio-psycho-socio-economic variant of camaraderie or a major strategic issue of ‘business’. The passion, which was to be excessive, uncontrollable, or to the extent possible, cohesive, became trivialized by furtive emotions, fickle feelings, no emotional depth — everything is disposable, convenient and fast, even sex. The result is that people, instead of falling in love for real, they are ‘almost’ in love, dormant feelings, those who make us live in fact, another joy, a flame that burns from the inside out.

Blind love, stupid love, one true love, love that makes us dance, humming, insane, and capable of noble gestures, obscene, take chances, an act of daring, to do good… to change the world!

Why does anyone fall in love anymore? Nobody accepts passion as an act of courage, endless longing, sadness, imbalance, fear, cost, love, a kind of hunger like no food in the world could satisfy us and at the same time it sings in our chest causing a feeling of satiety.

Why do we need a reason to fall in love?

People set standards for everything in life, including love; they are locked up in their cyber shells analyzing who fit in their dreams of perfect happiness. Everything has to be easy, uncomplicated, or even ‘a la carte’.

Love cannot be bargained, bought nor sold; it is free of service charges. It is not to be a relief, a rest, a break, a stroke ego, the pause that refreshes, the ER on the tortuous road of life, it is affection, sensitivity. Love is love, beauty that pervades life and makes us better than we are…♥

“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
— Mother Tereza 

“To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.”
— Bertrand Russell (1872 – 1970), Marriage and Morals (1929) Ch. 19 

“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 – 1900), “On Reading and Writing”