Valentine's

February 14.

A date to savour for some, one to dread for others. Yet there are those who stand by the fence, not perturbed nor attracted by its enchanting call. Where do I stand? Everywhere, I suppose. As always.

Years have gone by without a hitch, each V-day with nothing to be excited about nor saddened for. To be honest, no drama is better than any drama, whether good nor bad. And I can safely say, the guaranteed absence of sadness is worth all the sacrifice of any happiness. Until now, maybe.

Without a doubt it has always been a special day to spend with that one loved one, no matter who, what, where, why, when, or how. But solemnly such a thing is hard to find, even more difficult to hang on to. Life is such, I guess. As the path widens so does the dangers at each corner. But so is the satisfaction which life offers in return for all the chances taken.

At this ripe age one should be able to call someone else their own, someone they could spend time with all day and night. Commitments are truly not simple tasks yet it is definitely the least of worries. It is finding a match among the billions of people on Earth that is the gamble of a lifetime. Sadly of course, such things are never solved so bluntly, and as such the agony of rolling the dice of life's luck and playing the cards of life's chances trots on in us.

But indeed, we still trot on. And that is the miracle we seek.

And so will I. Endeavours may come and go, but life never ends till the final heartbeat. Till then, this heart will still beat.

Happy Valentine's Day. I hope I could make yours ever more special than it already is.