When I was drinking a cappuccino the other day, I noticed something or was reminded of a comparison. What I noticed is that after a certain time, the coffee and the milk or the milk foam mix more and more and in the end they are no longer distinguishable. So if at the beginning the black of the coffee and the white of the milk are still very clearly distinguishable, this becomes more and more difficult as time goes by. For me, this is an image - as strange as it may sound - of love. At the beginning, two people are still somewhat strangers or clearly distinguishable. But the longer the real love relationship lasts, the closer and more familiar they become, until finally something new and common has emerged that can no longer be clearly separated and assigned to one person or the other. Not self-sacrifice, but the creation of something new and yet common in substance.
I wish you an extraordinary day!
