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Love is a very strong thing, love-lust-desire-passion-obsession-joy. But it can definitely be a point of instability, of doubt, of despair and frustration. And because it is SO strong, it is easy to forget about your other loves, your other responisibilities, your other passions. Love can be so bright that leaves you in darkness. And I think, because I've walked that path, that after it loses its initial brightness, it takes some time to bring everything else into equilibrium. Some time and some effort. And if you are very very lucky, you can even keep that love. Just in another form. Everything will make a new and more deep sense. And you will find some peace after years of tribulations.

And we become older, we become those tired and mysterious captains that sit down quietly looking at the sea, in whose forehead you can read the ghosts of storms past. Battles with whales and with pirates and with the sea itself have scarred our souls, and we proudly wear hooks and patches over the mutilated parts of it. We become those people full of secrets, of interesting secrets, so interesting that the person becomes interesting even though the secrets are never said. The light in our eyes changes. It is not the original light of stars, of worlds far away that we had when we where young, but the quiet light of the center of the earth, that of the boiling magma that burns from within.

Life runs us over because we refused to stay on the sidewalk to watch it pass us by, instead we took the step and stood in front of it. We now ride on it. Hurt and lonely, but also wise and alive. And that pain, love, will prove to be the biggest fun we ever had. We now ride the bus of life, we are awake and infinitely grateful. It is our task now, in our early thirties, to rebuild and be stable, but we can't stop walking now. Life will happen to us again, be assured of that, we will thrive and suffer yet many times. We will have time to rest when we are dead. Rejoice!