Love is actually nothing different -- Her Era. Young Wife's Perspective

Author: Jiechen
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Publish Date: 2005-01-01
Features: Can love be analyzed? It is fated yet so subtle and complex. But it is this doubt that supports my writing on this theme. Beauty can support writing, pain can support writing, desolation, privacy, secrets, and unease can support writing, and of course, doubt can support writing. "Her Era" can also be called "Female Voice Era." Pointing out gender has no other meaning—it is just a fact. In newspapers, books, and other media, female voices are becoming more numerous and more beautiful. To stand out among these voices and make others comfortable listening (reading), vocal beauty is essential. "Her Era Series" is provided by female voices, with a female perspective. The authors are all rather special women. They have ideas without setting obstacles, making readers pause. At this point, reading becomes a gaze, lingering on beauty. Their words touch every corner of life, covered in the dust of the world. A sense of intimacy, the need to speak, the introduction of something good. The temperature of storytelling, the richness of feelings, the perception of the inner self, the perception of the environment (others are also part of the environment), and the perception of others' feelings (including books, films, etc.)—I don’t know how I ended up writing a on love. Sorting through my computer’s, the manuscript somehow became what it is, seemingly revolving around love. To be precise, the scope I discuss should be about affection. But I still use the word "love," though its coverage is small but its impact is great. Moreover, I’ve always trusted this word. The key is, what is the meaning of this expression, or this interpretation? Does it really have meaning for the writer and the reader? I don’t know. In fact, love cannot be expressed through words. The medium of words can only distort. When love is presented through words, it is no longer itself—it ised anded by words. Yet, we still express and analyze it, just as I have done in this. Perhaps it’s because we are all fragile. We don’t fully trust our inner selves, and we hope to use something tangible to validate something that once happened in our lives, something called love. Only at that moment does one person merge with another. The absurdity is that we always link this fleeting moment to the concept of eternity. This absurdity has created all the pain in love and also all the literary and artistic works that attempt to resolve this pain. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s good, very good. Absurdity is good, pain is good, so love is good too. My favorite British female writer Doris Lessing has a novel titled "Love Comes Again." The protagonist is in her sixties, no longer menstruating, free from the troubles of hormones, healthy, energetic, and devoted to the work she loves. She believes she has entered a truly happy stage in life—she will never be hurt by love again. Often, she looks at younger people struggling in the sea of love with pity. But—there’s always a but in novels—she is drawn to a man ten years younger than herself. She cries inwardly, "Oh my god, not again? Love comes again?" Yes, love comes again. Love is something you can’t find—it’s something you stumble upon, like a car accident. Whether you want it or not, it’s beyond your control. This is fate. Though we can argue about anything, when it comes to fate, we accept it. Poet Jin Wei’s poem, "The paths we walk are all inevitable," is truly profound. The people we loved in the past, love now, and will love in the future are all arranged by the gods. In truth, I’ve always doubted that I’m writing on a meaningless theme. Can love be analyzed? It is fated yet so subtle and complex. But it is this doubt that supports my writing on this theme. Beauty can support writing, pain can support writing, desolation, privacy, secrets, and unease can support writing, and of course, doubt can support writing. What happens after writing? A long-time friend who has struggled with love for years says that reading my on love is like a painkiller for her, with effects that could last a night or two or three. I’m satisfied with this. For me, if these words can make you pause for a moment in the pain of love, even for half an hour, I’ll be happy.