It's so funny how life can have two standards, both affecting us, and we still call it beautiful. It's too mysterious how one man and woman with no idea about each other's existence wake up one morning set for their life duties and to each other's surprise (they) meet, fall in love, feel so attached to each other; as if life don't mean anything before, as if they never lived before they met.
One morning you wake up, look through the window and you see a neighbors daughter (about 5 years) decorating her head with flowers in their beautiful flower garden; for an hour of observation, you forget all the troubles in this world and call it the most beautiful place for souls of men.
One evening you take a walk to the football pitch and while seated looking at people play, you notice a father and son enjoying their evening the ball; the little man kicks and falls down, runs and falls down, but will still do it again, laughing with great pleasure. Soon you begin to speak to yourself, "Ooh, how life would be so unpleasant without love... see how it's fruits yeild great pleasure..."
A few months later you meet a stranger whose heart is the gig-saw piece that will make your life complete, and from that day everything looks like it will never end; the smiles, the touches, the fevers... everything, so good, so sweet, so beautiful! Then comes a baby, a boy or girl, and the smiles begin all over again... a new image is part of you... and life begins all over again.
You begin to look at the world in a beautiful and satisfying perspective. All things began like this... and though the worst is still seen among men, it doesn't matter when the end is beautiful... The whole world is feel with beautiful people, beautiful places of pleasure and great hope... all beause two people fell in love.
