The silver age of loving

To desire being passionately wanted, utterly loved by another individual is one of the most important drives in human existence, together with professional fulfillment, parental trascendence, spiritual wholeness, artistic satisfaction and other minor materialistic and/or ambition -related impulses.

Nevertheless, regarding the cuddling interest, after the so-called golden days of emotional teenagehood some of us may linger in what is known as the eternal post-teen limbo. Long gone are those days when one was inflamed with romantic, unrequited fairy-tale dreams. Been there, done that. After having fully experienced such stage, and learned what is to be learned -or so it's said- one seeks love interests in a more mature, self-protective fashion. Now, let me tell you something: bullshit!. Though one might have adapted fantasies, fears and methods to what seems to be a socially acceptable attitude, we continue being total dorks in what comes to love. We've just made our ways to disguise our feelings better, and somehow pretend we've evolved in our conception of partnership, when all we've actually done is maybe renew our flirting strategies and learn how to cope with a broken heart without having the world crumbling at our feet (or at least not letting everybody notice it).

Witness the dawn of the silver age of loving. Breathe. Feel the beat of your blood longing to be heard by the one you truly want to love. Carefully choose one appropriate object of affection, only to wake up one day and find yourself infatuated as hell, stepping over clouds, and in the most unexpected and odd situation of all, but still rejoicing and thankful about it. After all, it's quite simple: when we think we know it all, life lets us face the terrific journey of active loving we have ahead, instead of the passive being- loved harbour we thought it would be, and then, only then, we realise we know nothing. And such blissful ignorance is the wisest thing we could ever possess.