I was really happy on Valentine's Day even if most of the single friends I knew were so bitter about it and started calling it Single Awareness Day. I actually forgot that it was actually Valentine's Day because I got so busy with my requirements at school and it turned out that I passed for my College Entrance Exam so I was really hyped up and I didn't have the time to think about a certain holiday that obviously have nothing to do with me. I'm going to live without calendars and watches now I think. Looking back at all the Valentine's Day that passed me by I wasn't really concerned about romantic gestures and having dates. I was much more concerned with the part that I should buy chocolates for my parents and make cards for them so that they'll take us out on a date. I'm quite family oriented probably because of how my Mum grew us up. This concern went on and on until the recent occasion and I don't feel anything bad about celebrating Valentine's Day with my family. I think there are two perks about it. One is that I don't have to be labeled a loser about being single by those Valentines Stereotypes and Second I can help my parents from not making the decision in adding to the total number of the human population by November. I'm actually a superhero. Lels.
One thing that happened on Valentine's day that changed my perspective about love was the poem that my teacher in Literature shared with us about someone relating love to an onion. When we talk about love we always picture out romantic stuffs and gestures such as Chocolates, Cards and Roses. Instead of a typical Valentine's Day filled with Chocolates and Cards my mind dove deeper with the onion.
"I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love."
When we indulge ourselves in loving someone we hurry on the loving part and forgot about the details. We hurry like our life depends on it. Like if I don't hurry now I might let a 1000 year chance slip out of my hand. We aren't supposed to hurry. Opening an onion is the same as encountering love. Quickly undressing it to discover it's core can make your eyes well up with tears resulting with you getting hurt. But taking a steady hand with a slow manner of slicing it, making your hands introduce themselves layer by layer can somehow lessen the tearing effect. In love we always get hurt and that is inevitable but suffering for that pain and letting it take over you is an option Keep breathing everyone! Kampai~