
I just realized, while reading other blogs, that today is Valentine’s Day. Besides the fact that I have no Valentine to make a sweet present to, I can rant about this and other business-holidays:
Valentine’s Day, just as Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, even New Years Eve and some other holidays I sure forgot to mention now, are probably just made for people to go shopping. If you really wanted to show someone that you care for her/him, or appreciate what your parents did for you, you could and should show them every day. Not in buyable gifts, but in gifts of heart.
It doesn’t change anything if you are an ass to someone most of the time, only to go to them on one special occasion that the “moral majority” told you and bid them forgiveness.
The same counts for New Years Eve. Sure it is really nice to celebrate the new year with all your friends and party till midday on the 1st. But (with a big B) what are all those good intentions made on this night for? After a week or even less they are gone with the wind. “I will stop smoking this year” and all the other “good” intentions made could be made any other day the year too, but with a lot more will to do them and a higher chance to succeed. It is all too easy to say something you will/will-not do in the next year on New Years Eve. Really starting/stoping something out of your own choice, not because a holiday told you to, those intentions will last. And because you made them on your own free will, you will know why you made them and with what sacrifices they come or go. But you made a choice, not the day.
What is freedom but the ability to make choices? Between courage and cowardice… duty and love… or even heaven and hell. The nature of the choices we make define us as human beings. We choose the world we inhabit. Each of us creates his own world… We conjure paradises from our hopes, and nightmares born of fear. What if they are both illusion?