It fascinates me when snarky singleton martyrs come out of the closet, chiding every love confession because yesterday was that supposedly special day. Admittedly some couples make it hard not to do so, what’s with the public displays of affection – there’s PDA, and then there’s what’s-this-doing-on-social-media-PDA y’know?
These days everyone runs amok trying to prove A Point – we geddit, trust me – and all that came to my mind were, are you that insecure? I don’t even celebrate V-day nor am I one-half of another, but the air yesterday was vibrant with a potent fragrant; happiness. My lovely friend wore a beautiful red dress for our “date” last night – even if we just had Korean tofu soup and watched Frozen (sing along, it was hilarious!).
Enlighten me please, because I fail to understand why your happiness is dependent upon the presence of another person in your life? Maybe it’s true I just don’t know what I’m missing out on, hence I’m able to write this, but realize that your life is whole when you are whole. YOU are whole. It’s not about fitting a missing piece of puzzle, that you’re forever 2/3 incomplete without a yin to your yang.
YOU complete yourself – the person who comes your way to love you is lucky to have you in his or her life, that’s all. You are luckier – blessed – when you love yourself; flaws, scars, and all. Let me rephrase that: you’re already whole.
I swear this cloudy day is doing things to me.
(back to work!!)