There Is Always Some Madness In Love
They say that, once, all the feelings and qualities of men came together somewhere in the world…
When boredom yawned for the third time, madness made them an offer. Let’s play hide and seek? The intrigue raised an intrigued eyebrow and the curiosity, unable to contain itself, asked: “Hide-and-seek? And how is this?”
Enthusiasm danced, fueled by euphoria. The joy jumped so much that it ended up convincing the doubt, and even the apathy, that was never interested in anything. But not everyone wanted to participate; the truth chose not to hide. “Why would I do that? In the end, we will always find him”.
Pride thought the game was very silly, but in reality what bothered him was that the idea of the game was not his. And as always, cowardice chose not to take any chances…
“One, two, three…” the madness began to count. The first to hide was the sloth, which fell after the first stone in the path. Faith ascended to heaven and envy hid in the shadow of triumph, which with its own effort climbed to the top of the tallest tree.
However, selfishness found a very good place from the beginning: airy and comfortable, but only for him. The lie hid at the bottom of the seas, (a lie, in fact, it hid behind the rainbow); the passion and desire inside a volcano. And what about forgetting ? He ended up forgetting where he hid… But that’s not important.
While the madness counted, love still hadn’t found a place to hide, because all the places were occupied, until it found a rose garden and decided to hide among its flowers.
Unwittingly, he found envy, and so he could deduce where to find triumph. He didn’t even have to look for selfishness, which ran away, as he had hidden in a wasps’ nest.
After so much walking, he felt thirsty and bent over the lake, thus finding beauty. With the doubt it was easier, as he found her on a fence without deciding which side to hide.
So, she found them all: the talent among the fresh grass, the anguish in a dark cave, the lie behind the rainbow, (a lie, she was at the bottom of the ocean), and even found oblivion, which had forgotten that he was playing hide and seek.
However, the love was gone. The madness came to him behind every tree, in every stream in the world, over the mountains … And when he was giving up, found the rose garden.
He began to move the branches and heard a cry of pain. The thorns had hurt the eyes of love and madness didn’t know what to do to apologize: it cried, begged, apologized and promised to be its guide.
They say that the heart is a madhouse and that there is always room for more madness. Out of love, we are capable of doing anything, of taking risks in front of the abyss and even losing our freedom.
Love is crazy because of a miscalculation, because we can’t choose whom to love and because it wins any game, although we often end up getting hurt.
As Calderón de la Barca said, “when love is not madness, it is not love”.
