Love is Dead
In the silken nights following the grind of the day, everyone is searching. Searching for love, for warmth, for that spark of meaning that keeps them moving down life’s long road.
Love is the ultimate inspiration—immortalized by the greatest writers, singers, and painters. As a famous Bulgarian song goes: Love is life.
But does love even exist in the modern world? Is it still here? Or is it just a faint glimmer passing us by—nothing more than the fading echo of a song sung long ago?
The modern world is a world of the material — a world where advantage outweighs feelings; a world where people come together not because their hearts desire it, but because they are terrified of being alone. A world where the penis and the vagina are deemed more important than the soul! Where debauchery and narcissism triumph over the divine!
Love, it seems, has indeed turned out to be nothing more than an old romantic song — perhaps one of the songs of Whitney Houston. Or maybe a long-forgotten line of Shakespeare…
“It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”
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“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.”
But wait… let’s not blame Love for the fact that it’s missing today. Love isn’t the one at fault. People are.
We, the “modern” humans, have turned our souls into a cheap motel—a place where nothing lives except money and shallow entertainment. We’ve become slaves to our own egos and a terrifying, self-centered culture that worships the “Self” and its total satisfaction above all else. We couldn’t care less about the person standing right next to us.
For Love to live in our hearts, it needs a clean soul. It needs living warmth and a deep, sacred human thirst. A thirst to drink… because Love wants to be drunk to the very bottom, down to the very last drop.
And only people with pure souls are capable of that. Only the “real” ones—the ones with big hearts and strong characters. Only they can truly offer Love a home, and only they have the strength to drink from its cup.
And the rest? They’ve turned into ivy. They twist around one another, just using each other to stay upright. They don’t have an emotional or spiritual need for the other person; they just need a trunk to cling to so they can survive.
The Ivy Trap and The Rise of “Life-Roommates”
Ivy is a symbol of their fear of loneliness, their lack of identity, and their lack of courage to fight for what is true and sacred in their lives. The courage to stand face to face with themselves. For such people, love is not partnership — it is dependency.
You see so many “happy” couples around you, but do they actually love each other? Probably not. On the surface, they look beautiful and romantic—especially in their Instagram and Facebook photos—but once you get to know them in real life, once you pull back the leaves of that poisonous ivy, you see the ugly truth. You see the decay, the phoniness, and the corruption.
Their relationships turn out to be nothing more than an escape—an escape from loneliness, from themselves, from poverty and high bills, from the dullness of everyday life. You find someone you feel “okay-ish” with and turn them into a “life-roommate.” You don’t fight for something more… it’s just more convenient this way. Instead of healing your wounds, getting to know yourself, and holding out for something meaningful, you choose the easy path of convenience and escape.
Since the majority of people are always looking for the easy way out or a shortcut in life, they’ve managed to create a toxic modern dating culture defined by betrayal, debauchery, and “open relationships.” These open relationships aren’t just the cherry on top—they are a symbol of how we’ve turned people into objects. It’s the “free market economy” of love, where economics always triumphs over the soul.
Open relationships are the decay of human intimacy — they are like the cuckoo that lays its egg in another bird’s nest, whose chick, once hatched, it kills off the others. There is one rule in life: “Love needs two hearts, two souls, and two sets of genitals—if you need more than that, it isn’t love!” Needing more is simply a sign that there’s a problem in the relationship that needs fixing, or—even scarier—there’s a problem within you. If you truly love someone, you don’t need anyone else… You don’t even think about a third person. That void, that lack of love, creates the urge to hunt for what’s already missing in your own relationship. It’s a massive red flag that the end is near. Well, unless there’s a profit involved… then that’s a different story. Then, whether you like it or not, you stay in the relationship—at least until a “better deal” comes along. (Ha!)
More and more people are entering open relationships right from the jump. They haven’t even gotten to know each other yet—they haven’t even memorized the color of each other’s eyes—and they’re already dreaming of more bodies! Is that love? No. That’s life-parasitism. It’s picking a person so you can use each other to escape loneliness, lying to yourselves and the world. But only for a while.
Only the brave can endure solitude. Open relationships belong to the cowards — to those who lack the character to confront the truth. But remember: the truth always catches up with us… always.
So, my advice is this: invest in yourself. Find out who you really are. Look at your wounds, your past, your soul. Discover what you love and what you truly hunger for. Don’t settle for a parasitic existence—you deserve so much more. Do not allow modern pop culture to turn you into objectified individuals who seek only advantage, sex, and money. Yes, the contemporary world often feels like the very embodiment of killing the human within the human being. But we must not take part in the destruction of love, in reducing it to a cheap orgy — because, as the song says, “Love is life!” Without love, there is no life.
Love is life — generosity, light, kindness,
not a small bowl for petty coins.
Nor a merciful gift sold at the lowest price.
It is a sacred flame — and destiny.
