Those of you that know me, know that I am not big on Holidays. There are a couple that I celebrate for my own reasons in my own way, but for the most part big thumbs down on them. To me, they are all a bunch of hype, driven by clever marketing, directed at people's needs as human's, and further trying to fill those holes with stuff we don't need so that they can fill their pockets.
I KNOW!! I'm a grinch....I'm sorry. But, it's the truth. Also, millions of flowers (or billions even?) are murdered each year so they can rot in your vase. OK! Let's delve into the my mind a bit...
Things. We don't need more things. We need less things. I'm sure some of you are going, "but I like all of my things"! My cool shoes, nice car, fancy sunglasses, whatever...
But, just take a moment...think of what really means something to you? If you were in a fire, and could grab only a handful of things, what would really matter? There's a difference between the loads of junk we try to fill our empty spots with and the thinks that mean something to us. For me, those things that meant the most would be my pets, a little box of trinkets I essentially shoplifted from my great-grandparents house after they passed away and have kept adding to with little things here and there that are just little reminders of different people or things (which now talking about it makes me feel kinda like a creepy serial killer, but whatever), a camera (which is now stolen in New Mexico somewhere), my favorite jacket, and my favorite guitar. Ok, and maybe truck keys cause she & I have had some times together, plus I could live in her. But, other than that, everything really is just stuff.
Ever since I had all of this stuff stolen out of my truck, all people want to tell me is how sorry they are. To me, it was all things. They did steal one thing that was very meaningful to me, my camera, but it could have been worse. I had only a couple of pictures on the memory card, luckily, and I was working on a song so I had brought in my favorite guitar. The rest, is all just things that sure maybe suck to rebuy, but really aren't that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. I made a decision right then and there in that parking lot that it was not anything that I was going to let ruin my day, night, week, month, etc. I left New Mexico grateful for still having my favorite guitar. Now, I did break down once we were back on the road and I discovered they had found my camera. But, I pulled myself out of it fairly quickly because they clearly needed it more than me, for whatever reason, and it was only a thing. A replaceable thing. (Also, this was my moment where I realized all of my hippy buddhist principles I have been living by for the last year or so have paid off...yay!)
How this ties into V-Day? All this junk that we are buying to show our love to someone doesn't actually mean anything or show anything. Is it the words said when you get that teddy bear that meant something? Or is the teddy bear? Then, why not just say the words? That's my thought process. I just don't get it. Tell this person these words daily, weekly, randomly! Don't do it because you were prompted to. To me, it means more when someone thinks outside the box, be a little rebellious, have your own thoughts rather than those that are shoved down your throat by clever marketing and keeping up with the Jones'. Find what matters to you in your handful of things, and engulf yourself into it. Why wait for a holiday or to be prompted? Why wait for anything? Remember, there are some people who die waiting for that right moment, the right time, the right circumstances.
So, this Valentine's Day, you do it how you choose. Love how you will, or don't. But, spend a little less, love a little more. Do sweet things on more than just the holidays, say the nice words year round. Do whatever makes you happy, just don't forget what's truly important in life and to you.
Peace, love, & whiskey y'all.