Love does not exist, by Ana Bernal-Triviño

At Christmas, if it were up to me, I’d cover myself with a blanket until January 7. But I never cover myself with that blanket because, quick, I think we are here to experience the good and the bad. That being here is an opportunity that cannot be wasted. So I bear, like so many people, some bittersweet parties, and I celebrate those who are still before they are absence.

A friend told me that she has covid and that she would spend Christmas alone watching ‘Love Actually’. “I apologize for that,” he commented, as if we did not have moments of weakness and as if we could not solve a complicated night in our own way. Yesterday, a divorced friend, after learning about another divorce, told me: “love does not exist & rdquor ;. I laughed, because that phrase I already told him two years ago. He, then full of life, commented that love was everywhere and cited ‘Love Actually’ as irrefutable proof.

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I never told him that I put my head down when that movie starts with the airport scene, because I cry with emotion as soon as I see the people hugging each other when a trip arrives. Nor that I am wrong in the film the stories of Sarah and Karen, a mirror of broken promises or that we take care of others more than ourselves. That movie and these dates always show me that We are not as strong as we appear, that we are clumsy, that we screw up, that sometimes we behave like teenagers or that we are a bag of contradictions, like Billy Mack. That today we are looking for our piece of happiness: a little affection in the search for calm.

It may be that that blanket that I want to cover me is to hide that these dates take away my demand for strength and make me feel vulnerable. For this column, I asked in my networks if they wanted me to write about covid or love. Love won by 80%. I don’t know if the love we think exists, but it does there is a need for them to love us to survive. But for that you have to let yourself be loved, without armor. Maybe that’s what these dates are about. To remember that we are human.

Reference-www.elperiodico.com

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