Kiss January goodbye and welcome to the dreadful Valentines month of February. It is so awful the level of ghastliness (especially the 14th day) can be compared to Black Saturday when Jesus is dead, the Halloween, the Day of the Dead, the Bombing of Pearl Harbor and the day the Jews were burned to death by the Nazis rolled into one.
I may feel vileness in the air this time of the year but the whole world loves February. It is the month the world’s population observes the ultimate celebration of love towards someone they adore. But for me, I find February to be something gruesome. It is because it is the month when I am kept reminded of my heart’s, seem to be perpetual, default setting: solo, alone, by myself, solitary, unaccompanied, SINGLE.
Though I don’t like February, I would still like to believe that Love at any day or time of the year and no matter what its form is an antidote to all the bad stuff that life throws at us. Perpetual singlehood may be harder and my default setting for quite a considerable time already, believe me, I still consider Love as a great source of happiness, comfort and safety. It eliminates fear. Everything else fails in comparison to love.
Sige na! Kayo na ang maganda! Kayo na ang maligaya!