There is something about February brought by a man in the past named Valentine. Accordingly, there were three of them who shared the same name and recognized as a saint by the Catholic Church. One Valentine is believed to be a priest who served in Rome during the 3rd century under the ruling of Emperor Claudius II. The Emperor had a certain belief that single men are better soldiers than the married ones. Thus, he outlawed marriage for single soldiers. But Valentine secretly conducts wedding ceremony for those who believe in the matrimonial sanctity as an utmost expression of love. Until the Emperor found out and Valentine is sentenced to death.The second Valentine is said to have served in Rome too as a brave man who helped the prisoners escape from oppression and maltreatment. He was one of the prisoners who fell inlove with a jailguard's daughter who visited him frequently. One time he wrote her a letter with a signature 'Your Valentine'. That one special time was the near moment of his death. He did die eventually after that move.
Admittedly, the history of these 'Valentine' men were only partly emphasized, their martyrdom left an emotional remark. For instance in France and England sometime in the Middle ages, February 14 is said to be the start of the bird's mating season. Later, it created a contagion effect to human in association to LOVE.
That thing called LOVE which can be misconstrued with too much excitement...that feelings of intensity that tames your whole being...it's more than just hunger that requires food or thirst that calls for a water. Actually, it's not magical. Yeah...if one is rational enough. Come on. It's just another month in a year. Celebrating it is conformity. It goes with the norm because all of your friends got a date. Tycoons will have a deeper pocket when they hypnotized consumers with all those reddish work of arts.
What then after February 14th? A happy ending because of a happy beginning? (chuckles)
The very reason why our head is above our shoulder folks. Your call.
