Love. Oh, my gosh! Nothing less and nothing more. One of the most stunning and mysterious feelings in the world. No one feels the same thing, no one knows what the other feels, no one even feels exactly the same thing twice. It’s not a walk in the park! Millions of words have been said before. Millions of wise men have tried to understand it. What more could I say?
Anyway, talking about love can be a wonderful thing, and undoubtedly it is in a low voice, very close to your partner. On the other hand, when we talk louder, sharing something so intimate with the whole society, it seems like we are changing its meaning, losing something. Then what the eff is love? Probably just a feeling that does not admit any definition or explanation. Try to catch it with our scientific and logical mind and just see how it disappears among the crazy hormones, the complicated, empty words and mathematical formulas. So please, hold on, preserve it. Don’t spoil it by analysing. Just enjoy.
Actually, there are too many kinds of love, no matter which one we are talking about. Once we admit that no explanation is possible, the question is how we celebrate it, the way we choose to show what we feel. Here’s the deal. In a private way, with our partner, everybody knows what to do (more or less, better or worse). And everybody also knows that nowadays department stores have turned love into another reason to consume, nearly obligatory on Valentine’s Day. Let’s talk about this. Somehow, modern times have changed the original meaning of this word, at least here, in Western society.
But what happens on Valentine’s Day in a distant country with great traditions and ancient culture like
One month after “barentain dei”, on March 14,
And what is the origin of this curious celebration? Ancient times, maybe? Well, not exactly. Valentine's Day was first celebrated in 1958, promoted by the chocolate company Morozoff. And White Day, celebrated since 1978, was created by the candy industry, which decided that a new holiday was the best way to improve sales. Poetry? There is none of that here.
If we want to get as close as possible to those fond memories, to love itself, here is a suggestion: just turn off the lights and listen to Chet Baker singing “My Funny Valentine”; or even better, read the next post!
In a nutshell, to be practical, if some “barentain dei” you are in Japan and a Japanese woman gives you some homemade chocolate, watch out! You will have to choose: get out of
Van Trung
This lyric also brings an image about what love is:
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With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing