"If it isn't love -- why bother to meet?"
September 28, 2024
"If it isn't love - why bother to meet?" Those lines come from a book I just finished reading. By a Russian woman poet, Marina Tsvetaeva. They could almost be a guide to contemporary social life, even though they were written 100 years ago. Before the tragic poet committed suicide.
Yes. Why go anywhere unless it's out of love? For me it's better to stay in the studio and keep creating.
She followed that question by another remark just as penetrating. "If it isn't a mountain, why call it love?"
Love, real all-around love, is a towering mountain. And everything that a mountain means. Lofty peak, struggling climb, dangerous descent, green valleys below. And more. Always more.
The tormented poet knew life.