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If you were to say to the grown-ups: “I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof,” they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: “I saw a house that cost £4000.” Then they would excl.. “Oh, what a pretty house that is!”

“The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen…” – Antoine de Saint Exupéry, author of The Little Prince

People are always blind with the most beautiful and meaningful things on earth. In fact, the most precious is unseen like love, a feeling that goes deep into our veins that gives us an electrifying experience. It gives us the power to control our ventures, desires and passions without compromising the bliss. We can never go wrong with love when we feel it, we can always count on a great feeling if we loved or have been loved.

I am nearly quarter of a century’s old and I felt I have experienced “love”, have you ever experience that you want to be with someone and both of you have mutual affection for each other? I guess so, have you felt something like you are ready to die the next day after spending some quality time with your special someone? If not most probably, you tell yourself how happy you are and contented about what you have for now and live your life for him/her. For some it may not be the case, it isn’t for me either. The feeling of dying beside him/her is an exaggerated feeling, some love are not really love, I call it love by mistake, something like infatuation but not to its pure extent.

Written on the first part of this blog entry is taken from the book The Little Prince, I chose it because more often than not, some grown-ups, though they are old enough don’t understand the most meaningful but simple things in life. They often rely on quantity rather than the quality of a person.

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