Waterfall of Love

There are paintings that you can talk about a lot. And there are those that know more about us than we do. They are born not from thoughts, but from some depth that is almost impossible to reach with words. Only after many years do you begin to understand what was actually painted.

This is what the picture became for me. "Waterfall of Love".

Many of my illusions were born with her.

I once thought that somewhere there was a person who would understand me to the last beat of my soul. That one day all the searching would end. That happiness could be found if you walked towards it long enough.

Many years have passed.

Today I no longer call those dreams a mistake.

If it weren't for them, I might simply not have survived.

They supported me when there were no real answers yet. They helped me get up after disappointments. They gave me the strength to believe, to wait, and not lose hope.

We often talk about illusions as if they only distance us from the truth.

And it seems to me that sometimes they become bridges through which the soul passes through the most difficult periods of its life.

Because even when she makes mistakes, she continues to search.

And only now am I beginning to understand that all this time I wasn't looking for a person.

I was looking for Love.

Not a human feeling.

Not a romantic story.

And that Love that existed long before us and will remain after us.

Man does not create Love.

It can only move away from Her or approach Her.

He can try to get to know Her, because somewhere in the deepest corner of his soul he remembers Her.

That is why we recognize Her in the beauty of the world, in creativity, in sacrifice, in kindness, in a child's smile, in the gaze of a person who loves unconditionally.

Sometimes it seems to us that it was another person who gave us Love.

But perhaps it only helped to get closer to Her Source for a moment.

Because no human being is able to contain Infinity.

But some people are a little luckier.

For a brief moment, all boundaries disappear.

And the person is no longer standing near the Waterfall.

She becomes his drop.

Then it's not you who loves.

Love passes through you.

This is exactly what the words were once born about:

The river of Eternity flows through me...

Perhaps everything we write, draw, or sing about Love is just a drop of Its beauty.

It is not enough to describe Infinity.

But perhaps it is enough to remind someone of the way to Her.

And that's why today I don't want to prove or explain anything.

No matter what we write about Love, it will always be not enough.

We can only transmit a reflection of Her Light.

To touch Her Eternity for a moment.

And then…

Then the story continues.

It was written long before we were born.

Millions of people continue to write it with their lives.

And, I want to believe, they will continue to write long after us.

So I'm not going to put a full stop here.

…

Because we didn't start this story.

And it's not up to us to finish it.