Roman Pashkovsky
4 min readDec 22, 2019

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Let’s take a pizza, it’s whole, round, bright, aromatic, hot, tasty, it’s ideal and perfect, it’s like love, it’s just love.

Let’s take a knife and cut it into pieces. We can do it in various ways: segments, quads, circles, spirales… by an infinite number of ways.

As soon as we did it, love is still whole, but looking at one piece we no longer see love’s integrity.

Although, Who are we kidding?

It’s exceptionally good!

Let’s take a human and describe him by his traits and abilities, virtues and lacks, and then try to combine them in our head in order to find a love there.

Indeed, can we know another human completely?

What to say there, can we know even ourselves?

If not, we can never collect the whole pizza.

Then why should we? We can just accept a human as it is, and it will be love.

Love that’s whole and indivisible, like just cooked pizza.

People call this love to others and say: love your neighbor as yourself.

However, the world is imperfect.

Created to be perfectly round, all pizzas may only aspire to ideal.

Some like ellipses, others like sand-glasses, thirds like quadrangles, many like clouds, like almost anything.

They are the same whole pizzas, but in the soul they are beginning to find the kind of pizza that can help them to reach the perfection, a round form.

Then the drama begins.

Seeing a pizza that can help them to be round, they wish to get her for their imperfections filling.

The chance that they will coincide by form is incredibly small and most likely one of them won’t fit for other.

People call that unrequited love, while pizzas have a burnt crust from it.

However, it is possible that the second pizza ideally fills the gaps of the first, without intersecting, and the first fills the gaps of the second.

Then together they look like perfect pizza.

Many call it love, the way it is, but this love is different from others.

Filling their flaws with another pizza, they fall into a trap from which it is almost impossible to get out.

It takes only one pizza to move away from the other and the second begins to suffer.

As soon as one pizza tries to restore its gaps in the pursuit of perfect shape, it thereby begins to intersect with another and their union loses its perfection, and the other pizza feels unnecessary.

These pizzas close in their relationships, stop communicating with other pizzas and lose touch with the outside world, because any connection can violate their idyll.

Perhaps they can get out of there, but it is a very deep and marshy swamp.

People call it destructive love.

Only pizza can change itself, another pizza can only help recover between battles.

We usually share cheese, because we all have it and each of us takes it with pleasure.

The main thing here is the ability to take and give cheese, people call it empathy.

They say it distinguishes them from robots.

While we know that a human can be helped simply by listening to him or treating him a piece of pizza or a bowl of soup.

Preferably both.

And only when the pizzas found themselves and learned to deal with their fears and dragons, they begin to play with other pizzas by throwing ingredients in an attempt to find the most delicious combination.

Not in order to fill in the gaps, without a purpose at all, just to play.

And sometime in one of the combinations of tastes and aromas they find the very one, the one that is possible with only two pizzas, but not one by one.

For this pizza one wants to return.

It doesn’t cancel others.

Moreover, one fine day you will notice that a new and unique pizza appeared in the world, which is not like all the others, but in some ways similar to you.

And it has its own long road ahead, which people call life.

People may call it true love, but we know that it’s just chef’s playing with ingredients.

Of course subjective…

But I’m only just a pizza;)

Inspired by Erich Fromm’s The Art of Loving.

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