When February started, I received a text message with the following content:
"Dahil February na, magmamahal na ako -- Globe Unlimitxt"
Then just this morning, I had two messages, all of which were greeting me with Happy Heart's Day. Finally, my instructor in my first period class just had to greet everyone Happy Valentine's Day. I wonder how to go about these things.
I do not know if this is true in all places but there seems to be this unofficial tradition about Valentine's Day. Not that its a bad thing but just observing the things that are happening around at this time of the year, you begin to ask yourself if people really do things like how they do it on Valentine's day or is it just because of the season that suddenly settles inself inside the psyche of the people? Let us examine this phenomenon.
One may not have realized but in occassions like this most people will go out of their way to think about all the romance they can muster inside their system. Its like an inevitable feeling that convinces everyone that this is how things should be at this time of the year. It is interesting that at some point in a year in everyone's life, they actually make an effort to really love. The sad thing though is that after all the romance has faded away, the month changes, it is so easy to forget about love and just be reminded about it when February comes back again and everything is red.
In a conversation with my sister about a week ago, I was telling her about love being a state of a person and not some feeling. I told her that it is really not about the other person that we choose to love but its about the person that we become out of the love that we give. In my experience as a person who has always tried his best to give out love to the people I care about, I have learned that no matter how things will be we never lost in love, instead we find out things that we do not know existed. These things allow as to go on loving without really thinking of the outcome of the things that we do. I say that it is a state of a person for the primary reaso0n that it begins with a decision to just do it, letting go of ourselves and then allowing them to experience a part of us. There is no expectation of something in return, there is just this wonderful feeling that loving is enough and the assurance of a promise from God who created love itself. The wonder of love is not on its feeling but in its ability to understand and sustain things despite of everything that happens that in some way contrary to our common conception of how things should be. In the end it is about deciding to do it not because our calendar says its February 14, or that there is something that we can get out of it but for the simple reason that not to do it is a betrayal of the kind of person we were created in the first place.
I wonder if amidst all the romance that is around us at this time of the year, we have really made that effort to just love even when things do not seem appropriate for such feeling. It is the hardest thing to do yet the most noble. I do not know how to put this but having been through life and experiencing love from all types of people, I learned that love never leaves us. It always leaves a trail that always reveals to us the beauty and wonder of everything that is in this world.
So I stick to this definition in the Bible claiming the promise in the last sentence:
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails"
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails"
Happy Valentine's Day everyone.
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