Love Blinded

In 1994, Tim O'Brien announced the thriller titled "In the Forest Lake". During the debut of the book, it was one of the first novels written in this unique format. The author strategically uses chapters as a way to get back and forth between past and present times. In addition to those related to the story, he can use a narrator as an independent personality. O'Brien created a mysterious mystery novel to make the reader understand the problem solving the disappearing incident.

"Love is blind", this is what I heard from my beloved friend. But is it really blind? After he fell in love, he realized that love was moved by madness. Love is blind, but after a long period you will be familiar with a few specific places. These charms will help you to distinguish real love from ordinary love. Love is not really blind indeed; it looks bad, and always is not so beautiful all the time. Some people regard love as a river and drown gentle reeds. Some people think love is a razor. Let your soul bleed. Some people think love is a type of starvation, unlimited pain accompanying, but I regard love as a flower. You are the only seed. It's the key to opening the door to happiness and the door to sorrow. This is the house that needs to be built; it provides a solid foundation for your support, floor efforts, wall dedication and roof communication, and you and your partner are builders

Today, I am also trying to think love as a person, and I really want to do a traditional way. They say "Love is blind" - and I say "Is love like a blind man who adorned the sidewalk to appeal to a charitable organization with a pathetic whisper like a blind man? "Is love beautiful" Is that so? However, its meaning may have changed completely due to the madness of the end. People who claim to be in love are all showing love with "legitimate" psychiatric disorders, illegal acts and even immature serious symptoms. The capsule of love weakens and he is walking along the highway between ignorance and cheerful until he swallows phagocytosis.

I am witnessing various love now. Many other forms of my disappearance are overlooked. They always say love is blind, but I do not think that's true. Love is not blind. We are those who blindly hide love. Traces of face and love from various kinds and shapes. We will not turn our attention to how to accept love and how to perceive love. We chose to see love and refused to see. Do not get me wrong. I am still looking for love. It is not my way. I missed it, or I feel a lack of love in my life, so I no longer need to find love. I am not looking for love, I still need it to confirm my value to some extent - I finally ceased thinking about my love life. Fight for ... ... And I am not looking for love. In a certain place, I have not yet believed I have it, I have it, I do not have one. I am enough