Why do i feel obligated by the society to crave that

feeling, a so-called pure and perfect feeling. Can we even

have something so pure? Do we even deserve it? It seems it

brings us most of the time only negative results? I hope

more and more that one day I will be capable not of loving

me, but understanding me, not of loving someone else, but to

understanding him, not of loving life, the world or even

some so called divinity but to understand it. Why should we

praise such a subjective feeling like love. When we will be

capable of objective loving, only then the world will be

truly perfect. Here's my theory in progess: if you can

really know, understand and accept something, then you can

say you love it.