About a love

" Somewhere far away the piano is playing again


concert on the keyboard of my emotions.


  I love,


  I must love you..."




 In the mad rush of moments, we have less and less time. Fewer and fewer moments to calmly think about the most important things. Therefore, we are less and less aware of ourselves. We know ourselves less and less. We become people who surround ourselves with events who do not fully understand themselves. 

I am convinced that self-awareness is the foundation of a happy existence. 

Sometimes, if we are not aware of ourselves, life gives us scenarios that allow us to know ourselves better. And then there is forced cognition. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not. 

That's the introduction. 

What is love? 

It's hard to answer this question. It's hard to even describe this feeling in words. There are many types of it. Love for a child, for a parent, for a partner. Each one is different. 

Love can make us do amazing things. For love, we can do things that we would not expect from ourselves. For love, we want to become better people. Love painted the most beautiful pictures in history, wrote the most tender sonnets, played the most wonderful arias. Sometimes, however, it makes us fall into the abyss. It has a dark face. Sacrifices were offered on its altar. Wars have been fought because of it. 

Therefore, it is worth getting to know yourself first before you want to get to know the other person. It is worth loving our own existence before we decide to love others. 

And once more 

What is love.? 

It is a flirtatious look captured in the frame of existence. One that time does not erase. 

It is the most tender touch of the soul. 

It is the shore to which the storm-weary wanderer arrives. 

It is air without which there is no life. 

It is the only answer to the ultimate question.

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