According to the advertisers and the cynical media, February should be all about candy, hearts and flowers. Romance buzzing amongst the population, candy being thrown at loved ones in an effort to show affection despite the detrimental effect on the waistline. Florists make a killing as swathes of roses are cut down across the world and shipped to the pinnacle consumer countries, in an effort to keep up the illusion of romance.
You might think that I’m cynical and anti-romance. Quite the opposite, in fact. I am an incurable romantic. I believe in the power of love in all its forms.
What I am is anti- consumer and anti-waste. I see no need for a holiday to proclaim the sentiment of Love, whether it be Eros, Phileo, or Agape (Romantic, Brotherly, or Spiritual).
The practice of love should be year round much like the practices of compassion, charity and kindness. A holiday shouldn’t the reason to invoke a slew of proposals, marriages or other commitments only so people can remember their anniversaries.
Love is a philosophical lifestyle that doesn’t need to be given flashy accouterments to make it special. Love is a labor which is rewarding and infinitely satisfying. It is a daily avocation, that fills the heart and flows into the lives of those who surround you.