The March of Love

It's a love story indeed, the march of the penguins. Who would think, at the coldest place on earth, the affection shown by those meek creatures is warm enough to melt every emotionally jaded, cold-hearted movie goer's heart. It reminded us of that one thing that makes the world go around, in their case, love has been reduced to the simpliest, most intrinsic, unpretentious yet beautiful form. While watching the penguins march 70 miles inland against the harshest weather just to find a mate, watching them kiss and caress each other like infatuated couples, and seeing how much painstaking effort they make to raise the younguns, it almost brought tears to my eyes. If those little penguins could survive a temperature of 75 degrees below lounging under the flap of their parents, then what on the earth is ever impossible with the power of love? I was intrigued by both the similarity and difference between the penguins and the human beings in terms of the ability to love, and it makes me think twice about the place where I put love and family on my priority list. In contrast with the penguins, my cousin and her husband have been bent on swearing off kids, it makes me wonder whether this deviated path we take away from our fellow mammals a blessing, or a doom?
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