What is love? Love is like a dream

Love is nothing but a hunger, not a hunger that wants to eat food. Ordinary hunger is enough to eat food and what keeps it alive. This hunger, which we call "love," is, however, an emotion, an emotion in which women attract men, or that men attract women. Man or woman is not the purpose sought by this emotion, not only to unite men and women, but to achieve the purpose of procreation, that is, to pass on the generations and preserve the human race.

In this way, love is only a means to an end. However, the insane people have turned this great thing upside down, they have made tools an end, they are asking only for love itself— like the slogan of art for art's sake — they forget or pretend to have forgotten the purpose of love, they make up many illusions for themselves, and then they talk nonsense, spit out words that even they themselves do not understand correctly or not, or that they themselves misunderstand the meaning.

For example, "loyalty", have you ever seen a lover who does not pretend to be loyal, or does not repeat the word over and over again?

Whether it is because of misfortune or good luck, who knows? Loyalty does not exist in nature, but comes from defeat and incompetence. I want every reader to ask themselves and answer faithfully: Are your eyes always on the person you don't love? Is it because I see someone else that I feel refreshed and my heart beat faster? Don't you feel like you're looking forward to someone else?

You may choose the person you love—at least as is customary—but your choice does not mean that your capacity to desire is exhausted, or that you cannot discern the meaning of beauty, or the meaning of non-love that you aspire to, unless you are closed-minded and have a very narrow vision.

Love, after your screening, elimination, filtering, except for the illusions, lies, and fogs that are attached to and mixed with its surface and inside, love is nothing but a pure desire. Desire has no boundaries. You might say that you have a hut where a person lives alone, better than a palace that is not yours. But the words of this powerless, helpless person cannot hide your desire to become the owner of the palace. How happy you were when you built your hut, and now you are disgusted with your hut

Love is a means to a certain end, that is, to pass on the generations and preserve the species. You love, meaning that life can tease you for its own ends, and that purpose is to preserve the species.

This in itself does not mean to belittle your abilities, nor is it to underestimate your worth. Because we can only obey the laws of life, which is the basis for our survival. However, there is a clear difference between love that looks at the reality of life and love that closes its eyes and does not see the reality of life. In the former case, you can maintain a sound consciousness; if you have a sound consciousness, you can maintain balance, that is, you have self-control, a keen eye, and you can see the essence through the phenomenon.

At that time, you will be able to understand the true truth of the woman you love, she is just a woman you have chosen, or a woman you like, a woman who has made your heart; at this moment, you are in a certain state of mind. You will understand that it is unwise to say that this beauty is the kind of beauty you expect, and that you will love another kind of beauty at any time. You will confess to yourself that loving that woman does not prevent you from developing feelings or feelings for other women. You'll get tired of her just as she will get tired of you.

In short, you are just a tool for life to be teased for its purposes. In the latter case, you are a blind, stupid machine, ignorant, powerless, unaware of who made it, and confused about the difference between you and the artificial machine.