Man is a pliable animal, a being who gets accustomed to everything!
But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate.
in the newspapers I read a biography about an American. He left his whole huge fortune to factories and for the positive sciences, his skeleton to the students at the academy there, and his skin to make a drum so as to have the American national anthem drummed on it day and night.
Love life more than the meaning of it?
Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!
Paradise is hidden in each one of use, it is concealed within me too, right now, and if I wish, it will come for me in reality, tomorrow even, and for the rest of my life.