Saint Valentine's is behind us and Easter on its way.. and I wonder why we always tend to measure our expectations by waiting for that “something special” to happen, that something to break the chains of boredom, our everyday routing - that “exceptional moment” which will really take us by surprise.
The wait, which is in fact the actual joy, gives us perhaps the impression of “being alive” (which we are anyway), then, that longed for festivity arrives, that desired encounter, that long deserved holiday and ... we 're gone, quicker than light, already far away, projected into the next event on the horizon... Perhaps we do this as a deterrence to post-joy depression. It certainly can't be considered a moment of happiness, this pining anticipation, as its ephemeral nature lasts just the wink of an eye before that apparent sensation of contentment takes its leave.
If only we realized that Love is not fixed on a day of the calender, but encased in our hearts. It is our love, love of life, of oneself, of the World... the kind of love that doesn't increase and doesn't diminish. It is simply there and Eternal.
Easter isn't about Easter eggs, it's not a family do-up – that can be done anytime with a bit of good will to be together. It not the dove with its olive twig of peace - for peace is something we need to make with ourselves every day, on any day, setting aside all the regrets, all the anger which causes us pain, cutting for once and for all with the past which holds us down, preventing us from opening our wings and flying towards the highlights of this world, where surprises happen all the time, if only we'd take notice.