I am so afraid of this word — «responsibility» … In my Soviet youth, gloomy people always appeared who claimed that this word is the most important thing, without it nothing can be built, life cannot be lived and the field cannot be crossed.
Then I grew up and asked: “But what about love?” I asked myself, because the gloomy people who spread obscure, but obligatory truths had disappeared somewhere by that time.
«And what about love?» I asked and thought. When there is love, no one talks about responsibility. Does a young man date a girl out of a sense of responsibility? Does a sense of responsibility, not love, drive me when I passionately, but most often unsuccessfully, try to raise my son? Did my father finally go to war, driven by a sense of responsibility, and not love for his country?
Man shouting «I’m in charge!» immediately makes others turn their heads towards him.
A loving person does not shout anything, no one looks at him, but, in fact, it is he who truly answers.
What is responsibility? This is the motivation for doing certain actions when other motivations are either exhausted or absent.
The lover does not declare anything, but is responsible, in fact, for everything: love includes responsibility
We remember responsibility when we don’t remember love. When we remember love, responsibility appears and manifests itself. So we remember the air when it is not there, and when there is, why remember something?
Love includes responsibility. Let us recall the textbook words of Exupery: «You are forever responsible for those whom you have tamed.» But if only responsibility, and not love, binds either people, or a person and his work, or a person and his country, the work is bad.
It seems to us that the word «responsibility» exalts us. We love to shout: I am responsible for this, I am responsible for that … We love to appoint those responsible. Responsibility is always declared. Sometimes honestly, sometimes not. But in relationships with people, silence and action always seem to me more significant and honest than any declarations.
Love is freedom. Responsibility is addiction. If, for example, a family talks a lot about responsibility, it means that there is little love and little freedom in it …
I’m afraid of people screaming about responsibility. I love people who are silent about love.