Valentine’s time has a way of stirring up our feelings and provoking fantasies about romantic icons and love stories we all know so well. Seemingly, however, none of those romantic figures were happy campers, nor did their passionate tales have joyful endings – and for a good reason. Albeit we mean well in our desire to experience romance, the complexity of our emotions and ego is a bit disappointing.
One day we are in love, and the next day we might be talking about a hate story. Of course we try not to use the “hate” word because it is violent and disturbing to some of us. Though what is interesting about this is our ability to switch from love to hate, from trust to doubt… so fast and impulsively. It appears to me that these opposite sentiments are born together, and then are left to die together because one cannot exist without the other.
At times we are overwhelmed by our emotions; they seem to hit us like a tempest, temporarily paralyzing our sanity. It is like becoming possessed by a devil of some kind… like an enemy residing in us that won’t leave us alone for a single moment. They are even worse… because an enemy would have to rest, sleep, or go home… some of the time, yet when those strong feelings are on, they don’t rest. Whether they are good or bad, they occupy our hearts, lingering within us day and night, swinging us on love-hate seesaw.
Our feelings resemble restless, invisible waves, erratically swaying our lives on unpredictable paths. They are amorphous and physically undefined, yet their power is ever reverberating within us, influencing our plans and dictating the direction of our steps and moves. Emotions are our pleasant friends, our odious foes, and whatever comes in between. However they may shape our lives, or whatever we – or Mr. Valentine – may think of them, they remain our ultimate and inseparable companions.