Who ignores love is destined to lose

Life is an experience shaped by history, but it is ultimately lived in the small things

THIS IS PROBABLY THE HARDEST ARTICLE I have ever written during these three years of my attempt to be a writer. With Trump finally back in power, we are living through those singular moments in history when each day seems to contain months or years of information, and the human scale of perception is simply unable to process it.

The Ukrainian scale of perception, after three years of Russian invasion, goes a step further into collapse. Managing to extract every single drop of courage and resilience from our bodies and minds for 150 weeks, we simply cannot believe that our biggest ally in this war now has a president who praises the dictator that is systematically destroying our lives.

There is so much to say about this moment, so much pain carried inside my soul, that I get completely lost in my thoughts. The situations where there is so much to say are often those where we don’t need to say anything at all for our hearts to be understood.

So many insightful things about this tense period of our planet are being published these past days. I feel that the practical issues Trump brings to America, Ukraine, and the world are already being explored thoroughly, by writers here in Ukraine and everywhere else.

By now, you have probably read everything you needed about politics. But still, there are stories not often told. The ones that unfold in the more personal spheres of life.

Because even though life is an experience shaped by history, it is ultimately lived in the small things. Things that go unnoticed of the chronicle of history that will be told in the future, but still makes a central part of our lives.

It is unlikely that future history books will ever mention my wife crying on the telephone after Trump’s inauguration speech. My wife, strong, stoic, and composed, someone who never exposes her feelings. In three years of forced separation, as she and my son have been in Poland since the second day of the invasion, I had never seen or heard her cry until now.

We cried together and shared our anger. We reflected on how small we are in the big game of world politics. How insignificant our tears seem in the face of greed, narcissism, and the boundless inhumanity driving the decisions of those who believe they are entitled to determine the fate of millions to satisfy their vanity.

We also thought of our friends in Kyiv who are part of the LGBTQ+ community. Especially her sister, a transgender woman who has been fighting a personal war against society long before the Russians came to our territory. We remembered her, and we thought about the millions of Americans whose gender identities are now invalidated by the democratically elected president of their nation.

But together, we also reminded ourselves that we are still loved by each other. For the first time in over a year, we remembered the love that connects us. The same love that so many times we forgot, in that cruel dynamics that often happens when couples are living separate lives for years, and with less and less expectation of seeing each other again.

Even without the ability to feel the wetness of my wife’s tears or wipe them away, hearing her words was a reminder that I am loved. Love I thought no longer had a place in my life, which was revived, restored, and strengthened ironically by that deplorable human being who will reside in Washington, D.C., for the next few years.

The same man who now has the power to decide between life and death for this nation called Ukraine.

But no matter what decisions he makes, knowing that my wife still loves me is enough. Because someone like Trump, so proud of embodying the worst traits of humanity, will never know the power of true love.

And precisely because of that, he is destined to fail. Even if he appears to collect circumstantial victories along the way.

But he will not win in the end. He cannot. Someone entirely ignorant of the concept of love will never win.

He won’t lose on his own, though. We have to be prepared. The fight will be brutal.

But those who ignore love are destined to lose. Because who ignores love, ignores life.

And in Ukraine, in America, and all corners of the world, we are completely full of life to fight against those who rejects and ignores love and life itself.

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