Change of Heart

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For the better part of a week, I was quite bitter about the whole idea of Valentine’s Day.  It’s all because of the idea that Valentine’s Day is just another Hallmark holiday, or maybe I’m just embittered by the fact that I don’t have a date or that I don’t have a romantic relationship to treasure, much less to worry about.  Valentine’s Day is still pretty much a very frustrating day that I have to spend – yet again – in the embrace of the only real date I’ve ever known every February 14th: solitude.

I’ve had some time to think things over, and I realized that it can’t be all that bad.  February 14th is just another day; another anomaly in time that, by virtue of saints and greeting cards, is a red-letter day.

Methinks that the only reason why I’m so embittered about Valentine’s Day is because I don’t share – even in a very remote sense – those feelings and situations that other people have during this time of the year.  There’s no one to give roses to, there’s no one to take to dinner, and there’s pretty much nothing – and no one – to be my Valentine this year, 23 years running.  No first kisses, no first dances, no dates that actually took place on Valentine’s Day.

It doesn’t mean I have to be bitter about it, though.  Maybe I’m just blind to whatever gesture of love is there, or I overthink.

People could cry “commercialization” and “consumerism” all they want, but I think it’s tragic for us to limit the best expressions of our love just because it’s Valentine’s Day.  In effect, it’s insensitive, depersonalized love reduced to mere calendar dates.  There are just too many dates, flowers, and Valentine cards given on this day, but never on any other day.  Many of us forget that flowers bloom every day, that Hallmark makes cards every day, and that the person we love most is always there for us, whether it’s Valentine’s Day or not.

I guess that Valentine’s Day is a very tragic holiday; rather than be a cause for happiness, Valentine’s Day should be a reminder to all of us that we have successfully limited the strongest expressions of love when everybody does it, not when our hearts and minds feel most obliged to give our all to that special someone we hold dear.  Perhaps even the simplest, most meaningless days in the calendar should have some meaning attached to them.  Especially when they are memorable days spent with that one person who changed your life not for the better, but changed it for the best.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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