Kimberly (Monteiro) gave me a cupcake this morning, during Literature class, and that very morning I didn't have breakfast. I was hurrying out of the house... only to be stuck in a traffic jam for one hour and a half. She saw me there, hungry, and she gave me this. It's pink, it's scrumptious, and... it's got love written on it.
Love is in the air. Or shall I say, the commercialisation of love. Too much of emphasis has been placed on the gifts we can give our loved ones, and an even greater emphasis has been placed on relationships between couples.
St. Valentine's Day was originally intended to be a feast day of a saint. Saint Valentine was a priest (or a monk, I'm not sure) who died because he believed in love. Sadly, like Easter and Christmas, St Valentine's Day has been greatly commercialised until the true significance of the celebration has been lost.
And because this is a celebration of the commercialisation of love, I'm not partaking in the festivities. I'm rather bemused by all that crap - flowers at half the price, discounts on jewellery, romantic dinners and whatnot. Of course, it's great to do something special for one's beloved, but this is pushing it too far.
Every single day of our lives should be a celebration of love. We forget the people who love us very much - our parents, our siblings, the family members and friends whom we hold near and dear to us. And most importantly, God loves us. Saint Valentine would've wanted to prove that. He loved God so much, and God is love. Never mind if we haven't found that special someone yet. We don't need an extra companion to prove that we're being loved.
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I remember the eve of last year's St. Valentine's Day - a friend of mine gave me a silver chain and a pair of drumsticks - those were my very first. And those were the first gifts I got on St Valentine's Day. I remember him asking mom whether I could take those drumsticks back home. Mom said yes.
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