“Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.”
I admit. This is a fake discovery post. It’s about something that is still a mystery to me (and to all of us?) despite the efforts put occasionally in discovering it. It’s something enchanting, elusive, and breathtaking at the same time. Sometimes it’s more than you can take or less than you wish for. The only mysterious human relation as Susan Sontag beautifully put it (Susan Sontag on Love). LOVE.
An older couple caught my attention while we were sharing a doctor’s waiting room recently. They must have been in their eighties. Physically fragile, but vigorous in their laughter and tone of voice, they seemed happy. The genuine affection and tenderness they had for each other was captivating. I simply couldn’t help staring at them. Right before they left, the woman touched her husband’s hand gently and said: ‘I am hungry, let’s go and have some breakfast.’ A trivial sentence and gesture, but so full of intimacy and trust that for a second nothing else seemed worth discovering. Is this love? I don’t know. Perhaps a tiny, but significant expression of it…, of a mystery.