More than love: we tell all the nuances

What can be called a feeling that is greater and higher than love?

Have you ever experienced it? No matter what they call you. no matter where they send you. And if you feel something from him (her). and more than love. You live your life (husband or wife), everything is kind of okay. So is he (she). But if you remember him (her), you’ll reach for him (her) with a magnet, at least just to look in his (her) eyes and hold his (her) hand, and you’ll experience such bliss – better than super sex, better than the feeling of love or mutual love. Such emotions that words can’t express! What is it? What do you call it? Euphoria? ))))))))) It feels like he (she) is your life )))) Even though you love your husband/wife.

Yes! Yes! Yes! There’s that! This is closer to true love, to enlightenment. Such notions as cheating, substitution, jealousy, suffering disappear from such love. It is always happy, because it is ready only to give, sincerely, it doesn’t need anything in return. It’s not poverty of soul, it’s fullness, which is exactly what depends on how close you are to God. Everything that you have written, all of this I feel, and even just reading these words filled my soul with light. All I can say is that if a person is capable of loving with true love, that is it.

This diagnosis clearly describes insanity, I’m not afraid to say more – psychosis on the basis of passion for any object, regardless of marital status.

You have a primitive view of love. What a man who’s never experienced it can say about it… Just that.

Men always express their opinion clearly, maybe – harshly, but if you look, the truth is still there.What to revel in and admire is called Passion, attraction. And love for “him” is still a mystery. Temptations, maybe —-softer?

When there is a ban (husband. wife), it is very charming, attracts you, makes you “fountain” with feelings. But if that barrier disappears, everything can change just the opposite.

Reoginia (Reoginia) – the state in which an unbreakable bond, the highest state of love, arises between two people. Also refers to the next state that occurs after love and affection. Something more than just love. In short, it is something that does not go away, but stays forever and ever. -RE (reboot) – the transition of a relationship from a state of “love” to a state of “more than love.” -O (union) – a connection of two people, inseparable from each other. (In Russian the “o” in the word unites two words). -JIN (fulfillment) – the fulfillment of your desires occurs when you are “one. -IYA (place ending) – “I” is the last letter in the Russian alphabet and means “person,” but it is “You – are where you are comfortable.”

One monk was asked, “How do you find and maintain harmony in a relationship between two people?”

He himself had been married for about 50 years, and this is what he said:

“In a truly deep relationship, the boundary between you and the other person disappears. He is you, and you are him. Your suffering is his suffering. When you recognize your own suffering, you help your loved one to suffer less. Suffering and happiness no longer seem like singular concepts to you. What happens to your loved one happens to you. What happens to you happens to your loved one. There is no more separation or discrimination in this state. His happiness is your happiness. Your suffering is his suffering. You can no longer say, ‘This is your problem….'”

According to the monk, this is the hard way. It takes a lot of hard work by both of them to build a strong relationship.

“At some point, it became like being on the ocean in the early morning. The warm sun rising from behind the horizon is a ray of happiness, a light breeze of calm blows, and not a single wave rises in the ocean. Do you understand? You achieve this together, holding tightly together, going to it through a long and difficult way…”

As the old monk used to say, it’s a kind of relationship rebirth.

“What we call love is only the beginning of the whole journey. That’s my point. Most people break up at this point. It can be short or it can be long. People may not understand each other, but something holds them together, and that only ruins the relationship. But if they both overcome the pain and sorrow through understanding and compassion, it is a new stage in their lives, it is something more than just love… That’s what Reojinia is…”

More than love

People make up laws: how to live, who to love, who to be with. Svetlana Generalova tried to figure out whether you can and should force people in love to play by the rules.

I read the magazine article. And the author, and all her girlfriends suffer and cry – because they meet with married men. But for some reason I don’t feel sorry for anyone. I can easily explain. It’s silly to get involved with a married man and expect him to love only you, leave his wife and kids, and eventually you’ll get married. Exceptions occur, of course, but they only confirm the rule formulated long ago by our grandmothers: you will not build your happiness on someone else’s misfortune.

In the next issue of the magazine I read a review of that very article. The main motive – so you should, no need to seduce other people’s husbands. Again, I do not feel sympathy for anyone. And I can also explain. You can only be sure that your husband isn’t cheating on you if you don’t have a husband. All kinds of things happen. A husband is a living person, not your property. And he may well have another love affair or all-consuming passion. There are exceptions too. For example, if the marriage is already heavily adult with a rich past. As Zhvanetsky says, “A real family arises when no one needs both.” In other cases, I accept the version of male polygamy – with only one caveat: can I not know anything?

And then I wondered. I am not on the side of unmarried mistresses, nor do I stand up for the sacred bonds of marriage. Can I even answer how a relationship between a man and a woman is supposed to work? After all, should I have the archetype of that relationship as well? At first I thought I was crazy. Then I realized that I did have a position on this issue.

I once filled out an application for a U.S. visa. There were six options for marital status: “married”, “single”, “divorced”, “widow”, and so on. And I was horrified to realize that I could put any of them in, and I would even provide an official document confirming my words.

From this follows my position on the matter. How can I deny a phenomenon or condemn anyone when I have been a wife, a mistress, a widow, a divorcee, and a single woman? But for all the variety of forms, the essence of my relationships with men has always been the same: love.

And I am not alone in thinking so. I read Maupassant’s short story “Granny’s Advice.” A decrepit old woman, born in the great gallant age, talking to her granddaughter about love. In my opinion, their conversation is still relevant today. “Ah, grandmother, you can only love once!” – “The revolution has robbed you of your common sense! You believe in equality and love to the grave. You began to write poems where you preach as if you were dying of love. In my time, the poets taught us to love as much as possible.”

My childhood idol was also my grandmother, from that generation of Russian women who probably suffered the most. She remembered the revolution, the devastation, and the famine after it; she was deeply pregnant and evacuated from the western border when the war broke out. She received the death certificates for her two husbands, and survived her children. But all of this is backstory.

Grandma married three times. Her first husband, a career military man, died in border skirmishes before World War II. Her second husband, my own grandfather, a military pilot, died in the Siege of Leningrad. After the war, my grandmother remarried with her two children and lived with this man for the rest of her life. But everything was not so simple. At the age of 58, she met a retired colonel. And he became her close friend. A very close friend. He also offered to marry, but in order to marry him, she had to divorce, and her grandmother decided that at their age it was ridiculous. The colonel remained in the status of a friend, although, in fact, he was her common-law husband. And so it went on: my grandmother lived with her official spouse, and from time to time she went to her friend’s house. In other words, in the Soviet 1970s, Granny had two husbands!

Big news, you might say. But, first, grandmother’s life of “two families” lasted almost ten years, until her death. And second, these men were friends! They met together on holidays, went to visit relatives. I was sure I had one grandmother and two grandfathers. To us, her children and grandchildren, this arrangement seemed natural. As I grew up, I realized that this was the ultimate. For a long time I cherished the dream that someday I could do it again. But the further I got, the weaker my hope got. They don’t make men like that now.

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