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What's with Valentine's Day?

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It's Val's day tomorrow and everybody seems happy about it. A lot of young couples are looking forward to it and some can't just wait for tomorrow to end.
Well, I'm not saying Val's day should not be celebrated neither am I criticizing those who celebrate it; my point is simple, live is not for Val's day alone.
People of this millenium have gotten so engrossed in Val's day that they now restrict showing love to only the 14th day of the 2nd month of the year.
In every way, this is not right. I mean, love is an 'everyday' thing not a thing you keep in 'reserve' only to use it on February 14th of every year. It isn't just right. Love should be shown everyday to everybody, not just a particular person  or set of persons.
Show love to people tomorrow, make it memorable, make it count, enjoy your day.
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  1. Ayodunni Oloyo13 February 2014 at 20:46

    Let me share my thought... For me i am going out with female friends but you will agree with me that some people will get burnt tomorrow. Its not about the gift but about spending the day in a special way and reminding each other about the love you share and not go about expecting the best gift because you might not get it. I agree with Tobi... keep it simple and enjoy the day

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