Let's sing a love song

At some point I had thought that at the mention of Love; smoke will rise, chains will be broken, deserts will grow peanut butter, and two will live happily ever after. While cupid will joyfully go gather more sticks for a new bow and a set of arrows.
But it turns out love doesn’t quite add up that way. Sometimes we actually need to take a closer look; perhaps we will find that what we are given are tools only, and making things work out is entirely up to us, just like our predecessors. And generations to come will be given nothing different.
It is that time again when we all sing the love song, when every single get the feeling that being alone is not particularly grand, when those in distressed relationships search for a little excitement in new arms, when those who barely know what letter ends the word love, jump in the band wagon – particularly teenagers. Not forgetting to mention that this is also that time when some want to end an old relationship and start a new one, without knowing that no one really knows how to make a relationship work; we all learn and make amends.
The celebration of love would, no doubt, be a more rewarding involvement for all of humanity, if it reminds us of all the care we have allowed slip through our fingers, if it teaches us that hate may be a part of us but that love is the antidote, if it brings us to the realization that love is not a thing to be hoarded for a particular day or time or season, but should be lived daily.Now I sing a love song, not in anticipation of February 14th or for that day when it comes, but for now, for later, forever.

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2009 at 2:41 PM

    Nice piece. You really captured my view here, jude.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2009 at 5:12 PM

    I find this very interesting, jude. Love shoud be celebrated everyday, but thevalentine day makes it a little more special.

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