Time To Love ?
I've just survived Valentines Day and I mean only just. Yes I know it's a cynical way to be, but that is what I have been made...cynical.
I am not a bunch of roses man and I'm proud of it. Why? Well nobody on this planet really wants to be a copy, a clone, a following sheep. Yes I'm romantic but I don't need the remorseless juggernaut of commercial greed to line up a calendar that has no end.
Look at the colour Red. It too has been selected as the colour of love and emblazons most Valentine cards and the rest of the trash that goes with the day. Even Father Christmas was changed from Green to Red for commercial gain.
I struggle these days to just be me. I don't even know who I really am anymore. What or who lays at the heart of me? I am told how to think, behave and even react by a multiplicity of means. God dammit! Even words interrupt the calm (when I can find it) piercing my serenity with insistent, unwelcome reminders.
I love the irony of arrows at this time of year. Cupid's bow and all that crap. Arrows are messengers of death, or at the very least date-raped tipped with a poison intended to take by force what the recipient might not be sure of giving.
'Love is a temporary, biological imbalance' appears in one of my works and it is true. We talk of love on Valentines Day and I am sure many truly believe it. The Greeks had at least four words for 'love' and I wouldn't be surprised if there are others
Love ? 'Jesus wept' is the shortest verse in the Christian Bible. Even the writer could not express adequately how Christ felt that moment; nobody can or should even try. I'm not going to talk of love of any kind. It is who I am and what I do that defines me. Not Red roses, hearts & flowers or Cupid's bow.
Love ... I wish you well in your search for the true meaning and in the words of the film Cool Runnings 'peace be the journey'.