Sometimes love isn’t what we think. It is not a ‘need for you’, but a ‘you choose’, it is such a personal and personal force that it only makes sense for two, so on the nights when we remember it, we must understand that keeping him alive is a very difficult task, which depends, to a large extent, on what we demand.
“In any human relationship in which two people are one, will the result be two half-people?
? Wayne E. Dyer?
Idealized love, the love that one learns to admire, is that of Disney movies, novels, Romeo and Juliet, this love of “I die for you and you for me. ” But in reality, one should not die for love, one must live in love, in self-love. To love what we are when we feel love, when we love and are loved, without excuses, without chains, without handcuffs and above all without haste?
We learn to praise the love of? without realizing that it is unequal and does not correspond to reality. Living in this mistake frustrates us and we throw away, without thinking twice, these feelings so difficult to cultivate.
The story we bring today reflects it faithfully: no, love is not a bed of roses. You also cry for love, you also fight and you die. Wanting and loving also disappoints and generates tides and shipwrecks on the high seas. But just as love is not just absolute happiness, it’s not all we consider love.
“Should I shape you?” He says the axe to the piece of iron by patting him with all his might on one side. But with every beat she gave, she lost her edge, until after a while, this tool was no longer working, she had gone completely blind.
“Let me do it, ” said the saw, nailing his teeth to the piece of iron, teeth that disappeared one by one.
“I will shape it, ” said the hammer arrogantly, mocking his companions who had failed. But after several blows, he broke his fist and lowered his head.
“Will you let me try?” He humbly says a little flame. The three laughed, but allowed it, because they were convinced that she too would fail. However, this little flame covered the piece of iron; she didn’t let go, hugged him and burned him until she managed to shape him the way he wanted. Did you notice this little flame that the other three powerful tools couldn’t?
There are hearts so hard in the world that they can resist anger, the teeth of resentment, the beats of pride and rejection; but no matter how severe the person’s heart is, he cannot resist the onslaught of love, because love is the most powerful force in the world.
Sometimes, on our way, we encounter wrought-iron hearts in the cold heat of battle, which need the sweetness of love to attain fullness; in those moments, our mis learning of love can even destroy it.
Wayne E. Dyer, in a love-dependent vision, said that “in any human relationship in which two people become one, the result will be two halves. “
But I have to say that getting half the orange is an impossible task or, for the most part, complicated; because there are no orange stockings in the world, if you undertake this research you will only find frustration and pain, all over the world there are whole oranges, oranges that run alone and occasionally collide and start walking together.
Love is an art that you have to understand. It is an art and, as an art, it is not measured by time, it is not a date or two bodies. It is the universal service that renders its services to all humanity; It is the child that we all carry inside and we learn to care and treat, so as not to destroy the part that keeps us alive, even when we are on fire.