To love

...or to be loved

This is a questions that I’m thinking about quite often. This small words “To love and to be loved...”

I think that we can fall in love, feel that wonderful loving feeling in our body and system, several times during our lifetime. But to find our soul mate, “the special and genuine love” – Happens only once in our life... Maybe twice if we’re really lucky...


This ravishing feeling, the special love, when everything around you collapses and your heartbeat is going stronger and faster for every each day that goes by...

When your friends and colleague are shaking on their heads, wondering if you are healthy or just in some other world...

When your legs tremble and your thinking doesn’t seem to matter...

When you wake up in the morning with a smile that goes around the world... Twice...

When you are on your way to work, and see that on your feet you’ve still got your slippers... And not boots.

When you look down on your body, and find that you even forgot to put on the right coloured jacket... So you have to go back inside to change... But you’ll do that with even a bigger smile than before...

Okay... I might be far away from my own real world, thinking that does this really exist?

I guess I just had to comment this issue even though my point doesn’t go anywhere. It was just another opinion from a Swedish girl who is in her middle crisis in life! Or am I?

My point is, that we are not that different, no matter in which part of the world we are living in , and all of us is searching for the right one, who needs us as much as we need them... So, to love or to be loved... What’s the difference?

Well, you’ll always know your own feelings, but are you certain of his/hers? Are they for real, are they as well genuine, or do they have an ulterior motive that you can’t see?

Do we really care, as long as our feelings are ours, and it feels great, no matter what... Do we long so deeply to be loved, or do we long for loving?

That’s something to chew on...