Do You Celebrate Valentine’s Day? Why, or Why Not?
I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day, and really I never have done. I have marked it in the past by giving cards and small gifts but at my age and this far into my marriage (nearly 21 years) it seems a pointless exercise now.
The whole concept of Valentine’s Day is to celebrate romance as much as it is about celebrating love, and I love to see other people being romantic. There is nothing nicer than to see a gesture of romance, but it hasn’t really happened to me and as I say, at my age I think I’m a bit past all that! I am content to know that those I love know I do and I am fairly certain – as certain as anyone can be – that I am loved in return.
I used to feel sorry for myself when it came to the subject of romance, but I think with age comes a certain wisdom and acceptance and it doesn’t bother me any more. I don’t begrudge other people enjoying Valentine’s Day, but it’s not for me.
There is an argument that says Valentine’s Day is (yet another) example of the greeting card companies’ greed and is an over-hyped, manufactured, pressurised false “holiday”, and lots of people use that argument to ignore it. But I think if you look past all the cynicism you will find a genuine reason to celebrate, and I do mean celebrate, the love you have for someone and you should go out and yell it from the rooftops.
But who was St Valentine? The first time St Valentine’s name appeared was in the story about a priest who continued to marry Christian couples in secret in Rome during the reign of Claudius II. I guess that’s where the whole idea of “secret love” comes from, which is delightful. He had an unfortunate end though – he was stoned and beaten to near death but when that failed he was hanged. Not a pleasant way to go, especially for one who stood up for love. A lesson for us all maybe.