Nobody gets too much love anymore.
It’s as high as a mountain, and harder to climb.
Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Waving at you with its hand, while carrying a ghetto blaster with the other. Amidst the muffled falsetto voices of the Bee Gees, you wonder why you don’t have a boyfriend. You wonder, why is Valentine’s Day such a big deal? So you begin to do a little research, and there you find what made you let out a sigh of relief.
It’s not hard to discover that it is actually the ancient pagan holiday of Lupercus that is hiding behind the romantic cloak of “St. Valentine’s” day. Contrary to common belief, the name of the holiday wasn’t derived from a third-century Roman Catholic martyr. St. Valentine’s Day as a lovers’ festival has no relation to the saints but is rather connected either with the Roman fertility festival of the Lupercalia or with the mating season of birds.*
Not only is Valentine’s Day a thing of the dark past, but also one fatal mistake. It is a cause of stress, crowded restaurants, overpriced flowers, and an excuse for promiscuity. For those who are going solo, the occasion’s arbitrary prerequisite to have a partner only evokes loneliness and depression. Clearly, the habit of celebrating Valentine’s Day really leaves a lot to be considered sensible.
Love is such a beautiful thing
You make my world a summer day.
The Bee Gees song keeps on playing in the background and you thought that maybe it is on loop. But you have made up your mind to stop feeling sorry for yourself on Valentine’s Day, or celebrating it altogether. You don’t care if to some people, this radical opinion may sound as if it reeks of bitterness.
For most people, celebrating Valentine’s Day may simply be an innocent way of expressing endearment to their loved ones. However, true love requires knowing about what this day truly represents and where it came from.
Love is a beautiful thing. It is in the normalcy of giving your wife a dozen red roses on ordinary days, and in sending a random note to brighten up your friend’s day. Love is in the myriad of ways of not harming others, helping them out whenever you can, putting their best interest before your own, and in ultimately seeking God. It is in the daily act of kindness and outgoing concern, not in a superficial love day of red cut-out paper hearts to be thrown away. So, if we are to love one another every waking moment, all the days of our lives, isn’t Valentine’s Day just too much?
*Encyclopaedia Britannica, 15th ed., vol. 10, p. 336
**Encyclopedia Americana, “St. Valentine’s Day”
This is a response to WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge: My Funny Valentine?
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