After watching "Valentine's Day" on Valentine's Day, which was yesterday, I realized something. All singles, women and men alike, despite their moaning and groaning about the ineptitude of the opposite sex, happily cast away those bitter thoughts as soon as Cupid's arrow penetrates their hearts. Because the very nature of V Day is lovely and sentimental, we tend to wear our "heightened sense of awareness" caps that day, willingly and in goodfaith that the one we love will reciprocate our love and sentimentality.
As a recently very happily married gal, I wonder why we don't treat everyday like Valentine's Day? Because love is a rarity, and because it's a shocking, exhilirating, and often (initially) terrifying act, it should be treasured and nurtured and cultivated, never taken for granted, and certainly not given only one calendar day.
Maybe today my resolution will be to --EACH DAY-- devote time and attention to loving wildly and boundlessly. Instead of discussing the daily rigmarole and modern impositions at the end, middle, or beginning of the day, I'll celebrate love and give attention to it's beautiful, albeit fragile, nature.
Undoubtedly men will think I'm being just "being a girl" in all my neuorsis-clad glory, and maybe I am, but so be it!
Today and everyday is a day for LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE.
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