There are two loves in this world - love for love's sake and love for relationship's sake. Love for its own sake and love for each other's sake. The only question is, which love does each of us believe in? Or thinks we do. Or doesn't believe. Or lies about not believing. I believe in love for the sake of relationships, love for the sake of each other. In love for understanding each other. In love for sacrifice for each other. In the love of real life, not cardboard characters. In the love that half of the people on this Earth live, not the love that the other half is looking for and never finds. It's hard to find something that doesn't exist ... isn't it?
There is an opinion that in order to understand love, one must destroy it. The opinion, of course, is wrong to begin with. The opinion of weak and gutless people who prefer to live the rest of their lives in ignorance of what they really feel. After all, if there is something, it can somehow be described and characterized. And, if it cannot be characterized, it is possible to doubt whether it really exists.
Love for love's sake is love of beautiful phrases, empty words, lofty deeds, which, for some reason, do not go beyond the various types of binding books that those same lovers of "beautiful" deeds love to read so much.
Millions of people believe that love is when you jump off a roof for someone else simply because you love them, and you don't want anything in return. And love is really a willingness to do for another person what you yourself don't need at all. To change your habits, your traditions, in the end, to dye your hair white for the sake of your beloved, but knowing clearly that he is willing to make his small (or large?) sacrifices. This is the love of reality, the love of life.
What is sacrifice? Sacrifice is what love is. Love does not exist without sacrifice. How can one claim to love if one is not ready for sacrifice. Respect, harmony, and understanding are all components of a good relationship, but without a willingness to sacrifice, it will always remain just a relationship without love.
All from the fact that love is not the passion of youth, not bedfellowship, not loss of head, and not iron family stability and harmony. Love is sacrifice. The sacrifice is love. Love is always the same. Love cannot be different. The love of mother and child, the love of sister and brother, the love of friends, the love of husband and wife. And in a relationship rich in all the colors of the rainbow, love is far from being the most important and always available element. But how much can be given for it!
Love for a relationship and love for love. In both cases, there is that unbearable feeling for many. The only question is for whom. For each other? Or for yourself? For there are only two loves. The love that is and the love that is not.