I have a few love – hate relationships that make me crazy.
I love my family and then they break my heart and here I am, fuming about them whole day and thinking about not calling them tomorrow!
I love my profession and then somebody or many-bodies leave their work to me, do not appreciate my meticulous and hard-work, or try to manipulate or use me, and here I am, complaining about them and almost resigning from my post!
I love my home country and then something happens, and here I am, thinking that it would not hurt to hear negative things about it or defend it if I had not loved it so much, and here I am wishing I had not loved it. But the truth is that this love is the strongest one. The love for the homeland.
I think the philosophers (or was it psychologists?) were right that it hurts if you care. Detachment is the path to happiness.
If only I could.