THE ARROWS OF CUPID
Around seven carriages, this train has.
About fifty people on board mine.
Of likely eight various races, of even more cultures.
Different beliefs, a multitude of hair colours.
The count of middle-aged in dominance, a few in their notorious teens, a tiny dot consists of children.
Of this miscellany of mortals, the celestials strategically arrange themselves in a way that I would be seated beside an Asian guy whose hands are in obvious strain keeping all his belongings in order.
Among those is an average-sized package.
A fancy box.
With also a fancy adornment of a familiar shape---a heart.
Hmm..okay, I think to myself.
I know exactly what that means.
And this year, I am inclined and hopeful to be able to avoid the suggestions of the occasion.
VALENTINE'S DAY.
Yup. It has finally approached.
And this time is my first one in perhaps almost a decade without a significant other to devote it to.
But this entry is not about to go further into that.
Or..maybe just a little.
But really.
Past the over-the-top heart decorations, past the cupid-and-arrow cut-outs hanging inside the stores, past the advertisers taking total advantage of the special day...
Past all the superficials of the commercialized, celebratory event, there remains only a singular subject worth writing this entry about.
Oh, we all know what it is.
I need not to spell it out.
That four-letter word.
And so, I raise this inquiry..how can one be able to manifest it?
How far should one go?
To the deepest ocean?
To the highest mountain?
To the moon, and back?
Sometimes, one is not wedged to the necessity and stereotypicality to go all the way to say that he truly loves.
Sometimes, one need not go to the beyond, nor go do the extreme.
Sometimes, one is not required for anywhere to go..not to go at all.
Sometimes, to tell that one truly loves a person..all he has to do is just...
STAY.
Stay where exactly he is, even if he is hurting.
Stay beside the person he loves, even if that person does not need him.
Stay for that is what the heart wants to do, though the mind dictates that he should be leaving.
Stay even if it screams stupidity, incongruity, or even almost masochism.
Just stay..for the very thought of moving on to a world, a setting without that person..is simply inconceivable.
Stay..for the ruthless struggle of it in itself is an expedition, that the swim to the deepest ocean, the climb to the highest mountain, and the journey to the moon and back just appear...
nothing.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Tarjetas del día de San Valentín felices.
About fifty people on board mine.
Of likely eight various races, of even more cultures.
Different beliefs, a multitude of hair colours.
The count of middle-aged in dominance, a few in their notorious teens, a tiny dot consists of children.
Of this miscellany of mortals, the celestials strategically arrange themselves in a way that I would be seated beside an Asian guy whose hands are in obvious strain keeping all his belongings in order.
Among those is an average-sized package.
A fancy box.
With also a fancy adornment of a familiar shape---a heart.
Hmm..okay, I think to myself.
I know exactly what that means.
And this year, I am inclined and hopeful to be able to avoid the suggestions of the occasion.
VALENTINE'S DAY.
Yup. It has finally approached.
And this time is my first one in perhaps almost a decade without a significant other to devote it to.
But this entry is not about to go further into that.
Or..maybe just a little.
But really.
Past the over-the-top heart decorations, past the cupid-and-arrow cut-outs hanging inside the stores, past the advertisers taking total advantage of the special day...
Past all the superficials of the commercialized, celebratory event, there remains only a singular subject worth writing this entry about.
Oh, we all know what it is.
I need not to spell it out.
That four-letter word.
And so, I raise this inquiry..how can one be able to manifest it?
How far should one go?
To the deepest ocean?
To the highest mountain?
To the moon, and back?
Sometimes, one is not wedged to the necessity and stereotypicality to go all the way to say that he truly loves.
Sometimes, one need not go to the beyond, nor go do the extreme.
Sometimes, one is not required for anywhere to go..not to go at all.
Sometimes, to tell that one truly loves a person..all he has to do is just...
STAY.
Stay where exactly he is, even if he is hurting.
Stay beside the person he loves, even if that person does not need him.
Stay for that is what the heart wants to do, though the mind dictates that he should be leaving.
Stay even if it screams stupidity, incongruity, or even almost masochism.
Just stay..for the very thought of moving on to a world, a setting without that person..is simply inconceivable.
Stay..for the ruthless struggle of it in itself is an expedition, that the swim to the deepest ocean, the climb to the highest mountain, and the journey to the moon and back just appear...
nothing.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Tarjetas del día de San Valentín felices.