So I was watching this old 1940 film called "Married and in Love." It was a film about two married people who were once old flames and were considering starting up their affair again and leaving their respective spouses all because they missed the feeling of infatuation they'd had with one another and the feelings had long since petered out with their own spouses.

Towards the end, when everything's about to blow up, the faithful wife of the emotionally cheating husband reflects with the other three people about their marriage and the hard times they had endured: poverty, the loss of their infant son, and how through it all, they had managed to remain loyal to one another and got through it together.

The emotionally unfaithful wife - who happens to be a writer - finally gets it and says: "There are two types of love: a love like a flower and a love like a tree. The flower is beautiful when in bloom and eclipses all other plants in beauty but it doesn't last. Unless you close it in a book, you will never get a glimpse of the beauty it was and even then, the flower is dead. But a tree...a tree has roots that sink deep and grow strong. No matter how the wind blows or what weather the tree faces, it will last and grow and endure...because of those roots. That is the love worth having."

An old film, made in 1940, showed the truth of what real love is: the antithesis of everything modern, "fall in and out of love" Hollywood is trying to portray. What a sad world we live in when the media that claims to be progressive is nothing more than a symbol of societal and moral degeneration. This is what happens when we ignore the wisdom of those before us.