A taste of love and the meaning of life

If about sweetness, about taste and craving, passion, loss... An infinite number of views, tastes and values. An infinite number of pains, resentments and sufferings. An infinite number of loves and betrayals... Alas, or not... fortunately there is no standard in anything. Unless it's a pound. 😂 Though it is too small in an objective view of something tasty or valuable, which in turn is subjective - to each his own.

About the most important thing... Oh, yes, so it is commonly believed that the most important thing is health. But! Have you ever seen a person who really loves? Yes, so that his love seems to you a reference... Huh?! No! It's not about you! Not about your love at all... no, no, no! About that love and the love of the one so that you can say - "I wish I could love like that". Health is an integral part of life and the degree of its importance is extremely great. It is pointless to argue with this and give any kind of grades and weights. But love... is it not the most important? After all, a loving person and illnesses but experiences with a smile, and finds the strength to live on, to chase away and not notice the pain and fatigue. If there is no love, then a simple cold seems like hell, awakening unwillingness... to live.

Love, or rather loves come in many forms... it can even be completely autonomous. Imagine! The object of adoration may be tens of hundreds of miles away from the lover, he or she may not even exist in this world or the next... there is just love, real, inexhaustible, unconditional and sincere.

A person can do absolutely anything when he loves... I wouldn't want to mar this monologue with the phrase "even himself", but... sincere love works wonders! Love life, him, her, them... All of them! Really, honestly, in your voice! It's delicious, even if it's quiet and completely unnoticed. It's minty on the heart when you hear "love" and a specific person is in your head.

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