If you talk to anyone who knows me, they will all say that I have a strong distaste for Valentine’s Day. So strong, that they would probably advise you not to even utter the words to me. I’ve always hated Valentine’s Day. I never understood why there was a specific day for love. I’m not trying to be cynical, which is what most people think when I say that I dislike Valentine’s day. Rather, I’m a hopeless romantic who believes that everyday should be a day filled with love.
Love is special. It isn’t a feeling that just appears whenever, with whomever. It only appears when there is someone special, someone different. When these feelings arise, it is like a whirlwind of some many emotions that you don’t know how to control. It’s a mess honestly. But love is beautiful. It is beautiful because it is so unique and special. It is beautiful because it can be expressed in so many different ways, at so many different times, in so many different places.
Why is there a designated day for love? Why is there a single day in the middle of February where people are forced to express themselves? If you truly love someone, if you truly have someone special in your life, shouldn’t every day be Valentine’s Day? Shouldn’t you treat that person with love and respect and cherish them every single day you are together? It really bothers me that men and women alike don’t do that. That the only time they do something special for their loved one is when a special occasion rolls around.
In today’s society, people are so busy and get caught up in their work lives that they forget to stop and love each other. They forget to cherish what they have, people forget to love. That’s my issue with Valentine’s Day. My issue is that it shouldn’t be the only day where loved ones express their feelings and emotions for one another, yet in some cases it is. So why is there a day for love? Why isn’t everyday a day for love?
