Dear all,
I have been reading you for months, each with its own entourage of joy but also of lost bearings and of love when the other turns away or resists your beloved, whether male or female
So many wrong turns or false appearances…
Perhaps we could repaint this with real colors, those that only wait to bloom differently within us.
I would like to place my hand on this false notion of love and share with you my feelings or discoveries about this aspect that makes it mutable and fragile at the same time, yet immensely powerful in the rebirth of the word “to love.”
There is no bad destiny or beneficial destiny,
With every word we devote to love, we discover the strength of life, and life never dies; it is the situation that dies, and often this is necessary for new shoots to grow.
If the plant does not produce new shoots or new buds, it will die, and often the cause is not the plant itself, but the soil in which it is located, which is sterile and will constrain the roots until they rot.
The earth is vast, and the soil of love deserves that we accept choosing the right ingredients for its initial enrichment…
To love is to accept choosing fertile soil rather than dead soil…
Take up your pens, if you wish, or simply, beyond the rational or the irrational, understand that you choose to make things sweet or unhappy in this regard
For those who do not wish to discuss personal matters on the forum, they can do so via private message; however, I will respond on the forum for part of it using a quatrain, the form used notably by Nostradamus and other peers…
Best regards
Lollipop