Just Another Day

Do not tread lightly into the realm of adult love.  It will break you, destroy you and maim you.  Its only goal is to make you a child who can shed tears unabashedly,  to fight while kicking and screaming and throw yourself on the ground dramatically.  You will not be judged while in love, for you have ventured into the emotion that makes even grown men cry.  We have all been there. – MR

Valentine’s Day is just another day.

Showing love and friendship should be a daily activity.  We shouldn’t have to be reminded that on 2/14 we need to demonstrate our love for people.  We should not have to be prompted to remember the small details, or the gestures that come from our significant other.  It’s a Hallmark Holiday.

I’m guilty of forgetting that love is in the small moments.

Having love is a gift that can easily be taken away if it is not appreciated.  I’m reminded of how easy it is to have love disappear when we become complacent in the fact that it has been there all along.  It is a cultivation; a constant pruning of emotions and memories.  It becomes a periodic visit to past happy thoughts and painful memories.  Love is a war between mental capacity and emotional fatigue.

I will still buy presents because it has become symbolic.  It is hard to separate Valentine’s Day from receiving a gift.  It has been ingrained in our psyche and it wreaks havoc on our lonely nature.

Valentine’s Day will be a time for me to reflect on the past.  Finding solace in the knowledge that tomorrow is a new day in which I can remedy my mistakes.  And forget the mistakes of others.

 

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One thought on “Just Another Day

  1. Love is a verb. I believe it’s best when expressed as one, anyway. Love is not the same as have. A woman says she loves her spouse, then says she loves her new car; a man says he loves his new baby, then says he loves cheesecake. These can’t be the same ideas, or even similar ones.

    Love is a feeling. I believe it’s best when experienced as one, anyway. Love is not the same as desire. A woman says she loves getting flowers from her spouse, then says she loves getting the parking space closest to the store; a man says he loves seeing his children happy, then says he loves seeing his favorite sports team win. These can’t be the same ideas, or even similar ones.

    I’m convinced it’s we who break, maim, or destroy each other, or ourselves… love would have nothing to do with any of it. [=

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