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The parable of love and parting, a story you have never heard before!
At the edge of a clearing, Love and Parting were talking, when suddenly I saw two young men.
Parting tells Love:
-I bet I’ll break them up?
.”Wait,” said Love, „let me approach them once, and then you can do whatever you want.”
Love approached the two of them, touched them, looked them in the eye and saw the spark ignite.
.love returned to its place and said to the Parting:
– Now it’s your turn.
– No, they can’t do anything now, because their hearts are full of love. I’ll go to them later.
Time passed, and the parting paid them a visit. .when he got to their house, he saw that the two of them had a baby. He thought that love had passed them by, so he confidently stepped on their doorstep, but there he found Gratitude.
„Come to them later,” said Gratitude!
.time passed and the Parting returned to their home. Here the children were noisy and playing, the husband was returning from work tired, and the woman was reassuring the children.
.the parting was convinced that he would be able to separate them now, because during this period, both Love and Gratitude had long since left their home. But looking them in the eye, he saw that Respect and Understanding had come to them in the house.
.”Come later,” the two feelings had told him.
Time passed and the parting was not beaten, it came back to their house. Now the children were at home, the man had snowy hair, and the woman was cooking in the kitchen. .He looked at them and saw that there was now Trust in their house.
„Come another time,” said the Trust.
In one last attempt, the Parting came home again. Now the grandchildren were running around the house, and an old woman was sitting by the stove. .the parting thought her time had come, now she wanted to look the woman in the eye, but she got up and left the house.
The parting followed. The old woman came to the cemetery and sat down by the grave. It was her husband’s grave.
.”Well, it looks like I came too late,” said the parting in a low voice, „because Time has done its job for me.”
.he looked into the woman’s teary eyes and saw in them the Memory… The Memory of Love, Gratitude, Respect, Understanding, Trust…
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