I don't really remember the first time I ever thought about it. When I was a kid, I sometimes felt puzzled: that certain look in granny's eyes when she talked about grandpa, mum buying cakes for us even when we were short on money, grandpa alarmingly quiet while I was drumming on his bald head, or the other grandpa staying up quite late after a long hard labor day to invent stories for the sleepless me, ending up creating new stories that I remember even today.
But what is love, really, and where does it go when fears take over?
Why is it so hard to talk about it?
Why do we reject it?
Why do we need it so bad and why is it so misunderstood?
Is it in the heart, or also in the mind?
Why is it so connected with everything we do..everything we are?
Where does it begin and does it stop?
Certain things are sure though: You can't push the love button, you can't really lie about it and love is the greatest thing that connects us all: we might not all have the same dreams and hopes, heights or colors, but we most certainly need, feel and give love everyday... everywhere.
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Sfaturi din batrani... ai grija, dintre randuri se vede lunina, dorinta, focul si sunt atatia inghetati care umbla dupa caldura. Focul are nevoie de aer, gheata il stinge...
I think love has something to do with allowing a person you claim to love to enter a larger arena than the one you create for them. "Sting"
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