And suddenly, it was Love.

Love IS an achievement.

I was cutting veggies for dinner and suddenly I knew. I mean, I have always known that, unconsciously. But almost a quarter of an hour ago I got it clearly: Love IS an achievement.

The point is that in a world like ours, in a world where everyone keeps asking where-the-freaking-am-I-going, a simple fact like that (i.e. that love IS an achievement) is quite often forgotten. What's the point of living? Is it to pay your bills, to buy stuff, and such and such? Is it to pointlessly travel alone in order to find yourself so that maybe then you'll know what you're supposed to do on Earth, aka how to support world's economy? Is it that? Well, partly. Maybe. Yet, is it really that what many among us ultimately want to achieve? I mean, I'm not underestimating wealth, no, not even that, I'm not underestimating the ability to earn enough to live a decent life and to provide both for oneself and for your loved ones. And yet, this is the point. Your loved ones. But, hold on a second and take a step back with me, would you?

My relationship to Love has always been complex, and I'll tell you why straight away. For some time now, I've been aware that Love has many, many different facets. What I came to understand is that I can at least make a distinction between love and affection. And what I mean when I talk about Love is actually love. Not affection. No offense meant to affection. What I mean by affection is the kind of love you feel for any one who is not the one. The one, on the other hand, is that person for whom I mean love should be felt. No intention to make you agree on something you don't or to say I'm totally and unmistakably right, but Love is Love and that is the achievement I mean.

I am conscious that all I have written up to now may sound nonsensical or, even worse, it may just not sound at all. I'll try my best to actually say something now. So, please bear with me.

The point I'd like to make is again linked to the big revelation I apparently had when chopping salad. There must be someone like me on this planet that has struggled so much and waited so much and experienced so much disappointment in their search for Love and has eventually achieved it. So, I hope I can talk on more than just my behalf. So, I hope I won't be blamed if I write as a 'we' rather than an 'I'. What's the reason behind the fact that we achieve something and then we forget about it? No reason would make sense, anyway, even if there were one. So what I'd really like us all to be aware of is the fact that we should not forget about our achievements just because we've gotten what we wanted. The point is that we actually wanted it so bad. If you want something so bad, why on Earth would you then forget about it or just discard it or even just be OK with having it and still not be happy because you want something else? OK, then, that's another fact to be considered. I've always agreed with Schopenhauer sharing his idea that human beings are trapped within the claws of desire and never feel accomplished. And yet, human beings are sometimes so lucky (or whatever else you may prefer to call it) to see their wishes come true. Among those, Love is not a rare one. So why do we forget about it, lose our ability to see it as a gift, as a miracle, as whatever else you prefer to call it once we achieve it? Why do we even let this happen? An even more important point, though, would be the fact that once we acknowledge the risk (or the fact, in the worst cases) we should just go back to the feeling of wonder we've felt as soon as we realised we had finally achieved what we wanted. After so many disappointments, after so many tears, after so many heartbreaks and as many attempts to fool ourselves thinking we could also be heartbreaker, what we should just keep in mind is quite simple, indeed.

And suddenly, it was Love.

And I'll never forget about it.