Today in Australia it is February 14 Valentines Day.
This morning at the shops there was a huge Valentines Day display with flowers all highly priced but packaged appropriately for the occasion.
I couldn’t help but notice one man who was wandering round the display trying to decide which was the most appropriate and which one was his tended receiver of said flowers deserving of.
My first thought was that I am glad I don’t have that pressure any more.
I am not attached to Valentine’s day, its just another day for me as I don’t receive any and now days I don’t have to think about it in trepidation when considering the expectations put upon me in past years.
You could say I was attached for a long time. Then unattached then attached and shortly there after unattached again.
I feel I have had my moments in the sun, though for me more with a looming storm on the horizon, and no longer crave such things.
Well I could say that but I would be lying.
I think we all have a need for attachment in one form or other. Be it through lovers or family or friends we find it hard to go through life unattached, it goes against our basic human need for attachment.
I am lucky to be attached to a wonderful family, I have children who call and chat with me over all sorts of things, who invite me places, who come and have dinner with me, who ring up, quite often, asking me to get stuff for them.
Love is what makes life so worthwhile. Being with a lover is a wonderful feeling. I do recall such an attachment.
But I would enjoy even more telling them that I loved them every day not just singling out one day in the year to make some sort of effort in that regard.