Like everything we realize, the most beautiful and eternal emotions of human beings are merely the product of the brain. Essentially, it is simply the result of a biochemical reaction that produces the electrical activity of countless brain cells in the brain. But these cold physical and chemical activities give us such a wonderful richness and thrilling feeling that at that moment, there won't even be any other thoughts in your head. Love is indeed just an illusion, but this does not hinder its beauty and our attachment and enjoyment of it. It feels like a drug, but it's not insurmountable. Human life has its natural process, love is through the whole process, love is not.
Love is a kind of fate, there is no perfect two-love in life, pure love requires completely compatible individuals to be in love, which is almost impossible, just a beautiful imagination of love. In the face of blind life opportunities, in the midst of all kinds of individual differences, through the rolling flow of people, weak water three thousand, only take a scoop to drink, that is a fate that can not be sought, get it, I am lucky, not, my life, and so on.
What we fall in love with is often the illusion of love, rather than a specific real opposite sex. Love is like a strange fruit that looks gorgeous, but when you bite it, it looks like an ordinary apple and pear. You say you think she's nice, but you don't really know her, she's your dream of an "eternal woman"—beautiful, shy, reserved, chaste, naïve, admired, and in fact, there are a few women who fit that description to some degree, and women are actually very complex and undetectable like humans.
I think the so-called infatuation should be understood in this way, that is a state of concentration. If we focus our minds on the object of desire, we will experience the object of desire more intensely. Conversely, if we don't show proper attention when we do something, then we are underexpensive and feel less. Therefore, people who appreciate wine will lift the wine to a place with a bright light, sniff, shake the wine glass, and finally taste it, and its subtle and exquisite experience is also here. The more you invest, the more you appreciate, and it is precisely because you are in love and haunted by dreams, so the object of your remembrance has become a person who has never met in a hundred years, in fact, this is not the case.
The taste of modern love lies in the encounter in the sea of people, and then the loss of people in the sea. Benjamin has argued that "love at last sight" is different from "love at first sight," which takes place in the context of urban crowds. The streets are full of indifferent strangers, nameless and nameless, do not know the end, do not stay, even if a glimpse, if you can not seize the opportunity in time, love can only be lost. However, the moment of soul loss is also the moment of separation, and the vast sea of people will never meet again. Pessimistically, love itself has been dethroned by the big city, slightly optimistic, not so much a rejection of satisfaction, but rather a kind of exempted satisfaction, a glimpse of love, not involved in the world, the impression of beauty stays at the peak, it is better to get than not to get, what is not to get is the most memorable - not good.
Modern people hate their own mediocrity and emptiness, so they constantly create bubbles of love. The greatness of love is that it can cover the void of a person's existence, and the smallness of love is that it can only cover this void. For solving the sense of smallness of the self, love is just counterfeit money. The reason why there are always so many people, busy getting love, losing love, complaining about love, nagging love, in addition to great chemistry, is also because love is a drama with a small cost and a low "barrier to entry". If you want to make a business, create a work of art, solve a scientific problem, save a species that is about to become extinct... To prove yourself, it takes too much talent, willpower, perseverance, resources, and luck, and to create a love or something that looks like love, it only takes two people and a little hormone. So love was produced in large quantities as a labor-intensive product. In the end, it is too difficult for a person to change himself, it is even more difficult to change others, and all that is left to change is his relationship with others. Together, break up, reconcile, break up again, third, fourth... Ah, the leafy love that makes a negligible, replaceable, erased, undetected being seem almost like life. Man's habit of escaping from the self in love seems to have always been so. However, the ego is an abyss, and it is so vast that love cannot be filled.
Once flying, your lover is your wings; once wasted, you are willing to spend all your time together... One day, when all this fades, transform it into ordinary days and affection, and bear its long bleakness and mediocrity. Faded love, expired love, transformed into ordinary days and affectionate love, or love? Emotions are ever-changing living beings, and you have to accept its imperfections. It is a flower, flawed and bound to wither, but its true fragrance, its weak petals, and the dew drops on its petals have touched us. Helpless, looking around, so many people are still silently bearing the long bleakness and mediocrity after the expiration of love. Is this a kind of perseverance, or is it a choice after enlightenment? Or is it out of a life of inertia, numbness, compromise, and helplessness? Some are powerless to change, some are unwilling to change, and no one has more wisdom and courage than anyone else.
Life is short, such as morning dew. If there is no love waiting for us ahead, what more interesting thing can make us survive the oppression of time? Love will bring us endless troubles, let us search up and down, that is, because it is the element of life that cannot be abandoned.
God speaks to everyone, good and bad, saints and villains. Of course, for all of us in the middle. God has come to our lives many times, once when the first kiss falls on the lips, and once again when a chicken feather quarrels after marriage. "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear".
Love is sometimes just a flower that settles with encounters,
Open it,
Just be thankful.
It is no different from the physical nature of the flower.
Suppose, in the spring breeze of flowing,
I smelled a faint hint of flowers.
Please be merciful,
The flowering period that passes by,
Once missed,
Never again.