"Listen, son, never be committed unless you find the right one. With commitment come great responsibilities and troubles."
Hi, I hear you over there complaining that real love doesn't exist, crying over your ex who left because he has found a better bed partner or a wealthier person or simply cause he couldn't handle your mental issues. Yes, darling, I understand you completely, I, myself haven't found true real love yet because it takes too much effort and studying of the significant other to decide whether they're the one, yet I'm not whining about the fact that real love doesn't exist because the mistake ain't in love itself to be hard to get, but it's in us, who are too weak or lazy to do any effort in sticking in. In other words: we lack discipline.
As y'all can see, since the post-war era and all the economic booms and technologic advancement humanity achieved - or maybe since the industrial revolution to go a bit further yet these times still had a spot of light -, we started to consume more than we produce. As most of y'all know - since I know that my readers are intellectuals or at least cultured, love y'all -, the market is bipolar just like me, thus, it's ruled by two major poles: Demand and offer. And the value of goods in that market is related to these two poles by their rarety in it or the difficulty to reach that specific desired good, right? So let's imagine here that this planet is one tremendously big market, in since we live in the 21st century we could have and consume whatever we desire if we have enough money for it, in other words, the more money you have, the more/better goods you'd consume, and the more expensive/rare a good is, the more value you'd give it: You wouldn't give a flying fuck about buying a pound of sand because it's everywhere, but you'd bite the dust and pay piles of cash as big as your own crap to get a gram of weed because it's hard to get it since it's illegal. In a nutshell: We consume a lot as a society and the more shit we consume the less our interest in it becomes and the lower its value becomes in our eyes.
Well let me tell you, our humanity's excessive consumption is what made "real love" fade. Because committed relationships started to fade as well, because actually, just like goods, it became easier to find love, it became easier to get the chemical reaction that makes us breed, thus relationships became cheap and quickly finished just like the batteries of my camera: It became easier to get physical needs satisfied one way or another, so why would we commit?
This mindset made us, humans, each on their own, become commodities that are easy to get, thus easy to get tired of.
It's not real love that doesn't exist anymore, it's our value, dignity, standards, and efforts that decreased.
Thus, dear reader, if you're the kind that whines about not finding real love, you have two choices:
- Fucking do an effort to find the exact one partner that fits you as a human, not as your genitalia, and do more effort to keep them for as long as you live,
- Or, for fuck's sake, stop crying like a little bitch and keep being that sheep which is getting ruled by that capitalistic system and enjoy whatever you do in that field, until you mature enough to go select the first choice.
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The 90s were good times, music was good, cartoons as well, basically everything.
At that era, everything was keeping its true value before the mass commercialization due to globalization, so every country still managed to keep a crumb of its touch, and people were doing things 'cause they enjoy them, not to sell them or consume them.
That's why people born in the 90s or who lived then are the most kindhearted and honest, and that's why they called it the golden generation.
Everything was golden and valuable, even if you find it randomly, you'd treat it valuably,
And our protagonists found love randomly as well, in fact, it was a hit of fate.
They found it as they were seeking for their future, pursuing their dream careers, and fate made them meet.
They were digging for gold, they found diamonds.
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Novembre, amour éternel.
RomanceTwo partners who were seeking to become teachers, so they became, yet they taught whoever they know what real love is.