Paint the town red.
February is appropriately labelled ‘the month of love.’ This month accords us a jiffy to rework our cordial acuity as much as it avails a platform to demonstrate just how much love can be elusive at times. Significantly, the incidental happenings that characterize the valentine’s fever illustrate a rather indiscernible essence about love that transcends even the most remarkable gestures. Further, the randomness witnessed all in the name of love demonstrates just how we can be incapacitated at distinguishing whether our affectionate tendencies are time bound, timeless or if such are merely constructs that are ahead of time.
Time features in this reflection because circumstances unfold within the frameworks of space and time. Hence, an effective aptness for lovers to sit tight given the uncertain turns that life indiscriminately manifests is subject to time. Accordingly, derivatives such as short flings or even long standing relationships are thus deduced. But each of the aforementioned is impactful in a unique way to those concerned, hence neither arrangement should be trashed as inferior to the other.
It is fair game though to make love count, valentines or no valentines. It is kicky even to get engulfed in the frenzy of love every once in a while if life accords you that privilege. However, it is equally prudent to be vigilant since love is highly subjective, volatile and corruptible. Anyway, when all is said and done, legit grounds suffice, as to why we still cling to our dearest ones even when our ideal preferences are thwarted by situations. May such never wane.