Love in the times of Cholera!

Perhaps I am able to recall the facts correctly. I have not read this novel but perchance remember (probably correctly) seeing it being read by Kate Beckinsale in the flick 'Serendipity'. I know not what it means. But the movie seemed to be pretty romantic, albeit tragic in the end. John Cussac dies a very different kind of end. It seemed to be an end that one can only fantasise of in true love, with dreams as rich as stars broken by the vulgar realities.
The first million in terms of money is very lucrative and indeed it should be. But what do we say about a life full of millions of desires besides that of accumation of power and pelf? Indeed, we are sometimes left with a dry life because with the onset of maturity, hedonism apart, desires are not as livid as they are in the reckless youth. With urbanisation spreading its tentacles almost everywhere, the greying of youth happens much earlier.
The pleasures of youth can be felt only in our heydays and we do not rue the loss because life offers an alternative to it- ambition.
Become the best rat in the race because ultimately rat is the winner. And who cares about the loser. Justifiably so.
However, the heart still meanders sometimes and fantasises of a dream land where fairies abound and angels make love with them.
it dreams of a land where a breath of fresh air is the ambrosia and one is intoxicated with life(too bad for the tipplers!).
The dreams sometimes create a hallucination about an Elysian where people are full of smiles and genuinely hug each other at their achievements; a place that is free of any ego trip because harbouring an ego requires lot of dissipation of one's nervous energy. Who has the time for it when the prime mover is love? Yeah, someone rightly said that loving is the most difficult thing to do in life and almost all of us are escapists and shun doing that. The heart is not dry and the body not a zombie. The greatest wish of life can be that let this life have a complete life. We are not content with anything less.