Is it wrong to laugh at days like today? Rather than race, chase or pull from your heart strings the right words to say, share or sing; try choosing instead to sit back and watch the world attempt to catch up on something they should’ve been doing the other 364 days of the year.
Today, you’re one of two people; serious or not willing to participate. You will or won’t buy chocolates, flowers or send an email or text to someone with a tiny tingle of something unexplainable tucked in the caverns of your tummy that’s easily written off as anxiety, curiosity and or playfulness.
Valentines Day is a single 24 hour period geared toward reminding us to honor, to symbolize and to publically display what every hopelessly romantic wears on their sleeve like an embroidered branding stamped into the threads of life by a well known designer.
I am perfectly in love with the idea that having something that reaches beyond a personal liking for someone or something has a billion faces and very rarely are there two the same.
You don’t need a poet with a pen nestled next to a tree stump and a giant rock inside a cool Carolina forest to write; love is affection, adoration, friendship, tenderness, devotion, passion, having a fancy for, devotion, keen as well as partial to and there’s even that single row of colorful weeds that grow along a worn out highway that blossom each spring wearing flags that remind us that love cannot be unless the air is salted with indifference.
Every thirty seconds love is challenged and everything just mentioned isn’t worth its weight in gold, platinum or silver combined. How something so precious, pure, near innocent and radiant with energy from universes distant and next door ends up being the red tip of a matchstick destine to ignite a fire steals not only from a passerby but you who holds the key to something invisible until it reaches the tiny hairs linked to the skin on your left arm.
Love is an action to a reaction that your brain never understands; it’s the side of you that vows to be friendly but chooses to be protective instead. No wonder it’s so easy to quit. When there’s confusion the first reaction is to become angry when in reality all your brain needed was better communication.
Nobody wants to be what they’ve already seen so we spend as many minutes as possible creating unique. If not found, we instantly forget “the now” choosing instead to pick up a future that fate begins to devour.
The tops reasons for divorce and or separation, “We grew a part. We had indifferences and people aren’t who they were when love first took a bite out of their heart. ”
The human mind body and soul were designed to constantly search and through this incredible gift the brain decides what it loves, craves, becomes bored with or requires in order to feel alive while chasing down another tomorrow.
Go ahead and celebrate love today! Make it like a martial arts black belt test…you accepted the daily challenges of becoming a stronger student of life making love a foundation rather than another brick in the wall. Then on February 15, 2011 through February 13, 2012 take on the day by stimulating the importance of being in love. Don’t just reach for someone’s hand to hold, understand the texture of each curve and identify the boarders that ignite more compassion than passion while physically developing a cure called unconditional.
Till death do you part doesn’t mean until your love dies… Divorce today is no different than a business downsizing to better suit the owners needs. The laws need to be rewritten to say I fired them because:
Personally, I do not believe in teamwork because it makes someone within the circle lazy. They don’t have to work as hard as the others. If marriage earns you a tax break that means you’re making money off something that didn’t require dollar signs to fall into.
Stress steals from the heart and your brain is left to pick up the pieces. Humpty Dumpty was never put back together again but everybody got scrambled eggs. Love is like an egg, you can crack it, hatch it and fry it but if it’s not fully cooked the next step is salmonella.
I’ll always believe in you first…unconditionally….
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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