When I was a kid, I used to wonder: "What is an ideal man?"

When I was a kid, I used to wonder: "What is an ideal man?". Because my father did not respond, I had to listen to him but went to find my mother to cook lunch in the kitchen to hear the answer. When my mother was a little surprised, she saw a man leisurely reading a newspaper on the sofa. Then, while I was waiting, she suddenly laughed, rubbed her slender "crow's nest" on top of my head, and said:

• I think that each person will have their own ideal model for men, and also for women. Between you and people, between boys and girls, or between friends of the same sex, it's natural to have different opinions about it being... Sometimes, one person is already a role model. the idea in the eyes of others, but sometimes, a person from ordinary, ugly becomes better to become an ideal model in someone's heart...

Pausing for a moment, she continued:

• Well... Being an ideal person is extremely difficult, but still, finding such a person is even more difficult. Luckily, mom found it! For me, it's someone who, just thinking about it, makes me smile...
  Later, when I became an adult, went through the steps of life, immersed in the dissolution of the world, I understood what my mother used to say. The desire to be better, more perfect, or to become one's ideal model, is like a latent instinct in our hearts, it will appear and become insanely intense when we fall in love. someone. But there are few people who succeed when they accept to give up habits, thoughts, actions,... that are deeply rooted in their nature as a path, to voluntarily turn to another, unfamiliar path, and full of hardships and hardships. There are very few people who can change themselves into a new version, not because of their own intentions, but because of the imposed thoughts of others... Finding such a person compares with the job in heaven. when it was so much easier...

Even so, I still hope that I will become better than the person I love. It's not easy, I know! But at least, when I'm with her, I want her to feel good and happy. Who knows, because of my love, what if she changes the construction of her imaginary ideal type?