Some years ago, when my husband would try to share his big dreams with me, or tell me about his visions of the future that extended 20-30 years ahead, my mind would nearly explode. It was difficult for me to focus on those things, and I could not understand why we would have to think that far into the future. On the other hand, when I would get all wrapped up in little details and tried to call his attention to them, I felt that he couldn’t follow me either. Then, I stumbled upon an invaluable resource that helped me understand my beloved and myself much better.
This story started with a riddle someone posted on Facebook: “The most ephemeral substance in the universe is pursued by both rich and poor, both learned and ignorant, both strong and weak. It can be both a tonic and a poison. What is it?” The answer posted to this riddle was “romantic love,” with which I argued that True love doesn't have an antagonist, it's irresistible and heavenly, and it is only a tonic. Obsession, on the other hand, turns into poison and it has nothing to do with love. The next comment got me thinking – it read “Romantic love and true love are not synonymous.” They’re not?