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B.E.B.

B.E.B.

Germany

December 21, 2008

once there was a boy who did not know, what is love. he even could not understand what it's like:to love somebody. he asked his parents and friends to teach him to love. at first they laughed at him. they said everybody had love in his soul, one was born with it. But he said he wasn't sure it was true love that he felt.  And he never stopped asking. Then they were angry and said he was evil. A monster, that could not love. So he stopped asking and started pretending. He wanted to pretend that good he could forget himself he was pretending. He told people he loved them and they believed. The boy grew up and was sick of pretending. So he thought he had always tried to love the wrong ones. He started to look for someone he could love. He tried men and women, children and animals, he tried to love God, he even tried to love his own reflection in the mirror. But still he was sure it wasn't the true love. He read hundreds of books, watched hundreds of movies and talked to hundreds of people. Everyone, who tried to explain him what love is, said something different. People talked about sex, and thankfulness, and profit, and responsibility, and sympathy, and many other things. He experienced everything, but understood, that these were only facades of love. And he wanted the eternal, never-ending, true love. The boy got older and older and one day he understood he would die soon. He did not want to die without having had his true love. So he went to an old man on a mountain, the one everyone knew was wise and good. He told him his story and asked what was wrong with him. Was he evil? Emotionally cold? Too stupid or naive? And the old man said: "Most of us are happy with little things that we have. But there always are people who crave for something bigger. No one has ever had the true love. And most of us don't even want it. You spent your whole life looking for a chimera, for something too big for a human. But don't regret it: isn't it better to look for a wonder than to persuade yourself wonders don't exist?"

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01:24 PM Dec 21 2008

norseen7

norseen7
Syrian Arab Republic

wonderful

 noone can define love,if u do u will lose its beauty

12:45 PM Dec 21 2008

Wulflein

Wulflein
Ukraine

awesome)))