Love

We have the habit of thinking that love is something that we shall seek. We seek love in bars, we seek love on the Internet, we seek love at the bus stop. 
As in a game of hide and seek, seek the love that is hidden inside the clubs, in classrooms, in audiences to theaters. It certainly is there, we can almost smell it, we need just to discover it and grab it as soon as possible, because we were taught that only love can build up, only love saves, only love brings happiness.

Love is not a medicament. If you are depressed, anxious or hysterical too, love does not come near, and if it does, will frustrate your expectation, because love wants to be received with health and lightness, it does not support the idea of being eaten every four hours as an antibiotic to fight bacteria of loneliness and lack of self-esteem. You've heard many times someone say, "when I least expected it, when I had given up looking, love appeared." Of course, love is not silly, want to be treated well, so we shall pick people who, first of all, deal well of themselves.

Love, contrary to popular belief, do not have to come before everything: before stabilizing professional career, before traveling the world, to enjoy life. It is not a guarantee that, from its inception, everything else will work. We want to love as a prerequisite for success in other sectors, when, in fact, love expects first you be happy only then appear before you without mask and without fantasy. This is the condition. Take it or let it go.

For those who think this is blackmail, I risk and dare to act in defense of love: being happy is a reasonable requirement and is not a so complicated task. Happy are those who learn to manage their conflicts, which accept their mood swings, which give the best of themselves and do not scourge because of the mistakes they make. Happiness is serenity. It has nothing to do with swimming pools, cars and much less with Prince Charming. 
Love is the prize for relaxing...

Martha Medeiros