I Wished I Owned Hallmark
That’s what I thought whenever Valentine’s Day lurks around the corner.
Just like Christmas and Easter and any other good old celebrational days, it’s like an excuse for everyone to be consumptive and buy the necessary items that are proffered around shopping malls right to our faces. It’s all pink. Pink teddy bears, pink heart-shaped pillows, pink decorations, fluffy, furry, soft pink everywhere.
Funny how love has become something so difficult for human beings to express that they felt the need to invent a day in a year to express it. Maybe because it has become numbed down to a point when it has to be brought back to life again, just to remind them all that they were still human with emotional needs.
I was never excited about Valentine’s Day. In fact it is just like any other day, in which I was totally cynical about it, saying stuff like “complete commercial exploitation”; thinking that the whole point of Valentine was to make people becoming more consumptive and making them buy stuff they didn’t need. I would never doubt that my opinion was truly correct, without hesitation whatsoever.
Yesterday was like any other day.
Any other day ever since I was reborn;
Where I don’t feel the need for a one special day to express what I feel, because I do it anyway.
Where I don’t feel the need to give something to my loved one, because the presence of him is already a gift of which I am thankful each day, each hour and each minute of it.
Where I feel complete, alive and truly blessed, no matter what my current emotional state is.
Where I am safe and sound, knowing that I am in the right place, and in the right moment.
Love is fluid. No cards, teddy bears or chocolate bars can ever express the true meaning of it - this, I am certain.
