My mother still combed my hair,
I didn't know how to put the clip on yet.
I was shy and didn't dare look,
I loved you at the age of twelve.
There was no one at the school gate,
You gave me a flower,
I lifted my hair and put it on,
I loved you at the age of thirteen.
One day I didn't see you,
I sat studying alone,
Wrote your name on the paper.
My innocent love at the age of fourteen.
Many nights I lay awake,
Hugging my pillow,
Dreaming about marriage.
I was terrified of love at the age of fifteen.
Wondering the full moon,
I often leaned against the door and watched the clouds.
Mother looked at me, I was shy,
My love at the age of sixteen was warm and fuzzy.
At seventeen I knew sadness,
I loved you but you didn't care.
Who should I confide in?
The pain of love at seventeen.
At eighteen I stopped studying,
Love quietly drifted away.
I often sat and cried,
At eighteen my love was separated.
A few people came to propose.
My mother married me off.
Time stopped there,
There was emptiness around me.
Today the weather turned cold,
Winter has come.
Is this all there is to life?
Love is in a deep sleep.
The school yard welcomes grandchildren,
I'm about to miss my twelve years.
Remembering the dream for a long time,
Loving you, my innocent love.
The sound of children playing,
Awakening the love of youth,
Regretting the innocent days of the past.
Where are you now?
Bures-Sur-Yvette, 10.12.97
In general, human activities are driven by three instincts: survival, fear of death, and propagation. The survival instinct is the strongest instinct, causing the earliest effects. A newborn baby already knows how to find its mother's breast, and cries when hungry. Growing up, the survival instinct creates impulses and promotes selfishness, greed, lust, competition for food and property, leading to hatred, conflict and even war.
The second instinct is the fear of death, this instinct also causes quite early, discreet impacts, with many aspects close to the survival instinct, for example, a loud noise can also make a baby startle and cry, it will feel more secure when being held by its mother. Growing up, a baby begins to fear the dark, cry when tripping or cutting its hand. Entering adulthood, realizing what death is, most people are afraid of death. A tiny super bacteria can also make all of humanity wear masks. The direct consequence created by the fear of death instinct is the formation of beliefs. Beliefs help people reduce their fear of death by raising prospects beyond death. But ironically, people do not completely agree on how to imagine those prospects. Religious conflicts and wars seem to originate from those political disagreements, and have never ended on this planet. Is it the survival instinct combined with the fear of death instinct that makes people kill so enthusiastically?
The third instinct is the reproductive instinct. This instinct arises relatively later than the two instincts above. When a child begins to be aware of his or her gender, he or she also begins to be aware of the difference between male and female. That awareness gradually becomes clearer, creating in him or her feelings of affection and attachment, a form of complementarity on the gender side, which people often call "love". Through that "beautiful" name, the reproductive instinct appears in many colors. Almost all of human artistic activities arise from those colors. Literature, poetry, music, painting, singing, dancing, drama, movies, cosmetics, fashion... all reflect - more or less - the instinct of reproduction. The same goes for animals, the color of their fur, their singing, their cries, their dances... all reflect the instinct of reproduction.
Is "love" the most beautiful aspect of human life and activity at a certain age? Wealth, sumptuous meals or medals on the chest cannot compare to the invisible emotions of "love". Without colorful "love", the human race would have become extinct long ago. The rapid increase in population on this planet shows the strong impact of those colors. However, we should also be aware of the consequences. If we color love pink, we must try to raise children. If we color it red, we will have to avoid jealousy and hatred. If we color it black, we should be careful, because it may be a way to put our lives on the line to challenge love. In short, the three instincts above are the authors, the pens and the pages that write the extremely complex history of humanity in all areas of life: from material to spiritual, from art to religion, from food to wealth, from territory to war. Even though we have enough to eat, people still want to be rich. Even though we understand that death is inevitable, we are still afraid of death. Even though we are past the age of passing on our offspring, we still remember a love:
The sound of children playing,
Awakening young love,
Regretting the innocent days of the past,
Where are you now?
However, amidst the complexity of one's inner self and the changes of the world around, there seems to be a certain urge, a truly immense power that helps people rise above all three of those instincts: compassion. Although we do not know exactly whether compassion is an instinct or not, it is certainly a truly noble emotion, deep within our hearts, that can resolve all forms of competition, conflict, war, and even the clinging and cravings within our minds, opening up a more peaceful and serene world for ourselves.