Is there anyone who hasn't suffered for the love?
We always think that love is very heavy, heavy and could be the heaviest thing in the world.
But one day, when you look back, you suddenly realize that it's always light, light.
We all thought love was very deep, but infact it's very thin.
The deepest and heaviest love must grow up with the time.
If eternal return is the heaviest of burdens, then our lives can stand out against it in all their splendid lightness.
But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid?
The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life's most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.
Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into the heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant.