It’s February 28. It’s not a leap year which means, when once the clock strikes 12:00, the month is over.
Month of love, or no?
Truly I question the wisdom behind the holiday. I’m not a hopeless romantic, if that’s not yet obvious enough, but neither am I an antagonist towards love. It’s the holiday that I question.
It’s that time of year when people would go out of their way to buy chocolates or flowers or stuffed bears or Valentine’s cards or all four of them to give to that someone. Probably with a special dinner to top it all off.
If you are being religious about it, you’d call it St. Valentine’s Day.
The history is shrouded in mist, as most other holidays are. There are at least three Valentines and no one really know which one of them, if it is one of them, is the Valentine of Valentine’s Day.
And there’s also Cupid, the Roman equivalent of Eros, imagined as a cute baby angel flying around with his heart arrow perpetually strung on his bow. Whoever gets hit instantly falls in love.
There is nothing wrong with falling in love. Certainly, none at all. Love is beautiful.
Such a wonder which the world couldn’t exist without.
As such, contrary to what a lot of people will say, I find that Valentine’s Day does not build it.
Valentine’s Day, for a fact, builds on it. But the holiday doesn’t build it. I find that Valentine’s Day ruins it.
For why does one need to wait for a holiday to give such presents? Why can’t people give chocolates, flowers, stuffed bears, cards every day of the year? Why must there be that one day that you have to wait for to make the act look and feel special?
Wouldn’t it be more special if you give a present because you simply wanted to and not because there is the holiday and you are expected to give one?
Gifts are meant to be that way.
One gifts because one wants to and not because a holiday is enforcing such act.
If gifts are given for such reasons, they might as well not exist for they have become empty and void of anything besides the need to fulfil a requirement.
And now that the month of love is almost over, must that also mean that love is out of season?