Love, Relationships and Selfdoubt

Watching a television show where some more or less famous Swedish people dicuss together. One of them is Andreas Lundstedt who is openly gay and hiv-positive. He is a handsome man and that doesn't change because he has a virus coarsing through his veins.

It can be hard to find love and sustain a relationship, and I suppose it is harder still when you have a disease no matter if it is visible or not. One of the worst diseases is not fatal nor contagious. It is the disease of the mind, that we are not worthy of love. That we, no matter how symmetrical our faces are, feel ugly and don't believe that we could conjur up the tiniest of tenderness and love in another human being.

It actually needs to start with ourselves. No matter how conceited it may sound we need to love ourselves in order to be able to love another. When you have stared death in the face and survived to tell the tale you embrace yourself with all the good and all the bad. If you couldn't before you now like the person you are and can freely give love to someone else ...

... no matter if they have the ability to love you back or not ...

//P.

Lookalikes

If I had got a quid for every time I have been told that I look like Andreas Lundstedt from the pop group Alcazar I would be rich by now. It is a bit odd, isn't it? We all seem to have one or several "twins" running around out there and we are not remotely related to each other. Unless our parents have done something we are totally unaware of. I am fascinated by the genetic twists that can appear and how little we really know even though we profess to know so much. When we look ourselves in the mirror, is it our own face we see or someone elses? Are we unique or just a bunch of copies.




Me and Andreas were born the same year, born the same month. But I would say that he looks like me since I am six days older than him.

//P.