Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, the “holiday” that is normally celebrated being two.
We have a little thought for those who are alone:
Get out of this state as soon as you can.
We can take advantage of periods of solitude to reflect, we can simply love solitude and temporarily indulge in it, but the human being is not designed to live alone; he or she must find harmony in the eyes of the one who resembles him/her.
Sometimes circumstances or life choices force us into loneliness, but even the most independent and hardened person on earth will find, sooner or later, this loneliness burdensome.
Seeking comfort from family, pets, friends, work, will never replace the moments together, because a daily life as hectic as it is, will not erase the evenings or Sundays of loneliness … and it is not the update of this Sunday morning of Kim Hyun Joong’s TikTok account that will persuade us otherwise.
Paradox of the life of “public” persons: loved and adored by thousands and finally appearing so lonely!
Being often helpless and not necessarily the best placed to give life advice to those who find themselves in situations of voluntary or forced solitude, we can only say to them:
💝 Don’t permanently adopt this state of loneliness (or don’t let it adopt you..)
💝Listen to your heart (instead of your head..).
💝Stop being afraid…
💝Stop being afraid…
💝Stop being afraid… 3x
💝 Dare, Try… Always… so you don’t have regrets.
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We wish you a Very Beautiful week.
We leave you as a gift a small video and a poem, whose English translations will probably not perfectly render the essence of the writings in their original language, but which summarize perfectly our mood of the moment.
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Love is a regret… perhaps a hope,
What a void it leaves in the heart when it is gone!
Of what pleasures it endows innocence,
Who knows how to respect it like another virtue!….
For a long time I spent alone, and alone with my shadow,
When others enjoyed the happiness of being two:
My life was like a dark cloud
Under a sad and vaporous sky;
And yet in our last hour
What remains of us?… a name!… dust!….
If we had glory, a slandered name,
An unknown and light dust,
If by envy still our praise is denied!…
Ah! love alone can console life,
It alone can embellish its course,
This existence forever pursued
Counts by him hours and days
That have not been agitated by misfortune, nor by envy;
Moments of happiness… that one always regrets!….
O of my senses delighted ineffable delirium!
Happiness of the voluptuousness that announced your smile,
More pure than ambrosia and sweeter than honey,
The shadow at last of the pleasures that the sky contains,
That no mortal has yet described, has been able to paint,
That I alone have tasted, that no one can feign!.
Whose sadness follows the rapid flashes,
As if to announce the end of the universe,
Or like these regrets that one grants to the being
Who to weep always among us has just been born;
Cruel despondency which succeeds love,
Shadow of a beautiful picture, dark night of a beautiful day!.
Love, love, here is our genius!
Without it, without you, life is without color:
It is the lyre without harmony,
It is the roses without odor.
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Claude-Charles Pierquin de Gembloux
(The new poems, 1829)