I try to always be in love. It’s easier and more interesting. In love with the city, a new scent, spaghetti with sepia or pumpkin soup with ginger, book or movie, photo, picture, the smell of flowers, son’s sense of humor, husband’s breakfast, and his SMS at daytime when we do not see each other…
I have been hopelessly in love with Christmas light garlands in our city. I am no less in love with one friend’s voice timbre and her hobby of sending cynically funny voice messages on whimsical topics or the other friend’s video with her dinners at restaurants and note “Are you jealous?”, though we both know that we only envy our own wonderful or unfortunate lives. We never try to be jealous of another…
I just love to live being in love. After all, this is such a safe investment of love, you are not afraid to lose, you do not care if there is a response, so you can love with all your heart without giving up. And I am grateful that I have both the opportunity and the pretext to love.
© Fortune, 2009
Do you love the life itself?