So in fifteen minutes, it’s supposed to be the day filled with the most love, hugs, kisses, and chocolate in the whole year, the day that keeps Hallmark from ever going bankrupt. That’s one side of the story. Then, in fifteen minutes the other half of the world will either be drowning in tubs of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream or their own tears as they bawl their eyes out because they are lonely, lover-less, and have to sadly celebrate National Singles Awareness Day in solitude on the day of lovers. But underneath all the red and pink fuzziness, underneath the superficial layer of gifts and mushy gushy stuff is really just a temporary emotional high, an illusionary glimpse of something that everyone longs for, a lousy excuse for the so-called “love”.
let’s put valentine’s day aside. just take a look at the average high school as a whole and count how many couples there are holding hands one day and throwing fits at eachother the next. what is their “love” based on? a temporary chemical in their brain that makes them so deeply intrigued with one another for, what, a few weeks? we end up dwelling on words and impulses alone, and what we think we thought was so completely rational, so completely flawless is so completely shattered after a simple “i’m sorry, i just don’t like you anymore”. can you imagine if the lovers of American society had the same mindset as we do now (well, put celebrities aside) ? divorce attorneys would have a field day as people just divorce right and left because they simply don’t “like” each other anymore. oh yes, totally logical.
you start to think if there is anything even minutely substantial in the relationships we have today. don’t get me wrong, i’m not completely shunning it; i mean, if you really think you’ll marry whoever you have your eye on than go for the gold, but is there anything that we get out of it? i guess besides an ample amount of experience, you also get an adequate supply of precious heartbreaks that rip you apart, and tears that could’ve been saved for something so much more worthwhile. you get drained of rare emotions that should have been saved for someone down the road, someone that meant more to you than 20 days of phone calls and empty words. high school puppy love is like a toddler walking on their own; sure, you can go for any amount of time, but some where along the way, you will fall, and you’ll realize that you need so much more than your own instincts to create, then sustain a real relationship. funny how i say this now, but time and time again i catch myself doing the very thing i’m saying that we shouldn’t do–i rush into things, i act on impulse, i follow emotions but not logic, and then i trip myself, blame myself, then do it all over again. i don’t know what it is. probably because i’m so scared of being lonely, i take up on any decent chance i get, afraid there might not be that jackpot at the end of the rainbow or my prince charming on a white stallion waiting for me a few years later. then approaches the question of all questions: what is love. do you truly love someone only if you are up to par on everything 1 Corinthians 13 lists? what if love is really just an illusion, something so intangible and so obscure that we chase after it relentlessly because we know we can never have it? i won’t give my answer or any other answer actually, because there’s no definition of love or means to pursue it except your own. so have fun with that.
okay, so this entry was a bit too serious for a holiday like valentine’s day, but it was at least somewhat relevant. right.
right. 
