On the Day of Hearts

On the day of hearts, when love seemed drunk with passion, lonely hearts gets lonelier. It is like a double-edged sword that could pierce straight through the heart.

No matter how much some would insist that it is just like any other day, with a lot of people acting differently and the sheer amount of publicity – this is definitely not just an ordinary day. It’s a day that most people celebrate their love and luck at finding their partners. The way they ‘found’ each other is probably as varied as the number of stars that litter the sky tonight. And with how many factors that could be attributed to these meetings, it is mostly due to luck. Or, to make the description better (although equally as vague), it is mostly due to chance.

It’s probably just a waste of time trying to answer the questions how and why one finds a match in this world. By the time that is answered, we probably have found the answers to the many other unanswered questions about life. Even so, there are still those who keep on asking these questions. Most of them are the ones who aren’t as fortunate to catch the love bug. The questions get a stronger voice, on this very special day. Equally as ironic though, is that the answers to any of these questions are as elusive as the rest of the human mysteries.  

The point is, this day of hearts affects not just those who are feeling the love, but also those who don’t. They are labeled the singles and the brokenhearted. The effect, though of possibly the same intensity could be completely different. Some would feel that there is hope, but most would probably feel a lot lonelier and a bit more depressed. Everything gets intensified today. The loved gets more loved, the hurt gets more hurt. The day of hearts, might as well be the day of broken-hearts. Choose your poison.

That’s probably what it is: poison (of both love and loneliness). Some simply can’t get it out of their system. There’s always apathy and being numb and sort of ‘immune’ to love – but they are rarely seen. Being the humans that we are, we simply cannot help ourselves but get high on at least one of these.  Is there a cure? Do we dare cure it?

What a strange way of living our lives. It isn’t present anywhere else in nature. How can something that comes so naturally to us be so different from the rest of the world?

Human intricacies have always been a unique gem in our existence. They are as unique as every encounter (whether short or long-term) out there that involves the heart and its breaking or mending. And, trying to figure out its every nook and crannies is truly a feat and probably a lifetime of headaches or heartaches (and both being the likely possibility).

However, for this particular Valentine’s Day, the inquiries would have to be left unresolved (at least for the time being). We can always find the answers some other day. For the meantime, we can drown ourselves with the overflowing love or overwhelming loneliness. The status on our favorite social networking site would give a helpful hint on which type of foolishness we’re drowning ourselves tonight.