Happy Valentine's Day

You know, sometimes I wish I didn't get so completely surprised by people being so negative about certain people. Certain people that they don't even really know. But I do still get surprised, and even if it isn't actually directed at me, I still feel the impact. Sympathy pains, I guess you would call it. But I'm not just concerned about the person who gets the negative talk, but the person making it. Maybe I'm weird or I don't know but I just feel the more negativity you put out there, you'll just end up getting it just as bad or worse. Is that phrase "If you have nothing good to say, then don't say anything at all" just a whole bunch of horse poop?

But I get it y'know. People attack other people they don't know, and it's not actually about that other person. It's about themselves and how they perceive themselves. I guess everything really is rooted in fear.

So many bad and harsh things are happening around the world right now, and the rest of us are just trying to live our lives. So why do we get attacked for it? Why should we be made guilty for it? Why are we even attacking each other for it?

What, you think the Day of Love is only meant for your boyfriend/girlfriend? You think it just goes to your family and your friends? It's the Day of Love, not the Day of Love for your Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Friends and Family. It means love for everybody and everything. It means love for even the person that you despise most in the world.

Oh sure yes, they say that it's the day that "lovers express their love for each other". Sure you can take it as just for your partner, that's your prerogative. Sure, if you want to limit your love to just your partner, your family and your friends, that's up to you entirely. And I'm not saying that it's a bad thing. It's great but I'm just talking about spreading that love on a bigger scale. The biggest scale that you can't even conceive in your wildest dreams.

I mean, can you imagine loving those that hate you? Or loving those you claim to hate? I swear, we preach these things but we just seem to like hearing ourselves go on and on about love, but we don't actually love.

It's not the hardest thing in the world, to love. But we like to make it harder for ourselves. We just seem to like making a big deal out of things that don't even fucking matter! Maybe I'm naive but I refuse to believe that people actually like to feel all that ugliness inside of them. Don't tell me people like to feel the insecurity-fueled anger/jealousy/envy inside because I know that I never did.

This is why I'm never surprised at the disasters that happen in the world. We did this. All of us. And it'll continue to go on, as it should. Because if it weren't for these disasters, we wouldn't appreciate love for what it is. If it hadn't been for the things that happened to me, I know I wouldn't have appreciated it.

I've seen what love can do. I know how powerful it can be. And it frightens me sometimes. Because it's got so much power, and it is so... Uncontrollable. But it's something I'm more than willing to face. Something I'm more than willing to embody.

Because love, it isn't just a feeling, is it?

Happy Valentine's Day to all. With all that I am, I wish you love.