Romance Painting

I saw him in the midst of life and death, freedom and condemnation, the known and the unknown, the multitude and the uniqueness, the departure and the stay. He was both brave and nervous. Because he had to choose. To choose meant to be free. Freedom, on the other hand, was hard work. Because it meant responsibility. There was no choice when there was no other possibility. However, even a second one meant choosing the possibilities. He could do three things, the beautiful 'Romance'... Two of them would make him happy in one way or another. The third was the only option that would make him unhappy.  The two things he could do were to come with me or stay there. The third would be to wait right in the middle. If he had come with me, he would have missed what they would have lived there, and if he had stayed there, he would have lived with me; Or if he had come with me, he would have won what we would have lived with, and if he had stayed, he would have won what he would have lived with. But if he didn't do either and waited right at the crossroads, he would just wait. Like those who wait because they can't decide which is a better opportunity and which is a better possibility, or those who make love on their feet at that intersection... Like those who make love every day in case I miss this and don't actually make love to anyone, their lovemaking never fills their buckets... While we think that everyone is in it; It's like those empty lovemaking that no one can get into. Like those who are hesitant about the multiplicity of roads and wait at the crossroads because they do not see their freedom to return from there, who miss a thousand beauties they will see on a road of their choice, or who miss a thousand new possibilities on the continuation of that road... ---I saw her right in the middle of life and death, freedom and captivity, the known and the unknown, the many and the one. She was both brave and anxious because she had to make a choice. Choosing meant being free, and freedom was a difficult thing because it meant responsibility. When there was no other option, choosing was not a choice anymore. However, even having a second possibility was now a choice among possibilities. The beautiful one could do three things: 'Romance.' Two of them would make her happy in one way or another. The third was the only option that would make her unhappy. She could do two things: come with me or stay there. If she came with me, she would miss out on what she would live there; if she stayed, she would gain what she would live with me. But if she didn't do either and just waited at the crossroads, she would only be waiting. Just like those who wait or make love on the spot at the crossroads because they can't decide which is the better opportunity, just like those who make love every day thinking they might miss something and actually never make love with anyone, and just like those who never fulfill their desires because the lovemaking they pursue never fills their emptiness. Like those who, in their indecision caused by the abundance of roads, wait in fear and don't see the freedom to turn back, or like those who miss out on thousands of beauties on the path they choose or miss out on thousands of new possibilities beyond that path.