Love – it’s all that matters

All that matters in life is love, the subject that is not taught in school. In the view of the mentioned, the fact that there is no love as a subject in schools, neither in higher, nor in the so called primary education, anyhow, people are forced to learn about love themselves. Therefore, even if you do not know how to pronounce “l” properly, yet, your witty aunt, holding a cup of coffee, will ask you curiously “So, are you in love?” The answer to that is a standard flush, though a creature smaller than the table does not understand what love is, but from the collective genetic memoirs the red corpuscles run out in masses and flood the faces of respondents. However, there are the braver ones who, not only that they are in love at that age, but are also imaginary married to uninformed being who attends the same kindergarten. The truth is that this is a period when you can only tell the gender of human beings by the color of their socks, but yet it is approximately at this moment in their lives when they start self learning while facing the hurdles whose true goal is love.

Unlike all disciplines and sciences, there are no rules in love. There is no formula that would express it, nor the definition that would succeed to encompass these four letters of this word. Therefore, the folk’s proverbs tackled this matter and tried to explain what it is about. The two products got closer to the very contents of love. Russian proverb: “Love is a miracle, you may even fall in love with a goat” and the other interpretation, which locates love in that moment when you can feel “butterflies” in your stomach. This is when the writers and poets come on the scene while trying to catch it by the words or at least to describe love.

However, the administrators of God, who sit on the church counters of our planet, did their best to rank love in the category of prohibited doping, but for centuries, this one word gives them a strong resistance at each step proving that without it there is no real taste of everything that surrounds us. In the meanwhile, Mother Nature rubs its hands, as for what she has planted, no human creature cannot pull it out.

Author of text: Denic Saska