For a single, late-twenties salaryman like myself, there’s no greater joy then hearing my sisters getting pregnant or my best friends getting engaged.
Early this year, a close friend sent me a photo of a ring on her finger. Ordinarily I would’ve burst out in tears, but at that time I was unglamorously sitting on a toilet bowl, so I quickly finished the business and went outside to cry appropriately.
Last weekend, I got to witness a declaration of love towards another person that I treasure. The proposal took place on a beach, under the sunset, surrounded by her closest darlings. She said yes of course (else we would have to throw her out into the sea).
Love is inspiring. Two person decide to commit into a relationship not just to fill emptiness and avoid loneliness, but to empower each other, creating something bigger than themselves. Something that they couldn’t have achieved separately. That the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
Having someone to go home to, sharing your petty office problems and your radical life philosophies with. It’s highly reciprocal. Romantic relationship is like a perfect team formed to handle… life itself.
There will be conflicts. Sometimes even the most trivial, seemingly unrelated matters (you keep leaving laundry on the floor!) can lead to break ups. That’s why a healthy relationship needs honesty, tolerance and good communication. And if you can handle the communication in your home, you’ll be more prepared to handle communication out there in the workplace, churches, communities. A romantic couple, later a family, is the most basic unit that forms a society, so any kind of human interaction at home will affect how humans interact in a larger scale.
Then there’s platonic love. One that I’m proud to experience to such a high degree. I’m surrounded by an abundance of love from my close friends. It’s less reciprocal, we might meet only once a year, but the conversation flows so naturally as if we have just talked yesterday. I love them and I will do whatever in my capability to make them happy. Sometimes the love is so strong that I have go back to my solitary space and say thanks to God, cause I can’t contain it on my own. And then I don’t have to do anything anymore, because to have love itself, is a blessing.
Lastly, there’s unconditional love. One you might only experience when you have a child. One that I feel bad not doing it enough to my parents. I mean, of course I can’t talk to them intellectually like how I talk to my peers, and for God’s sake they even support the Government. But they are my parents. They provided me and my sisters with education when they didn’t have much to eat themselves, they cared for us and they told us that we are beautiful. I need to go back. Even if it means I’ll be playing The Witcher 2 all day I’ll be doing it on the dinner table where all of us gather, so they can see me and I can see them. They are my family, you know.
Happy Chinese New Year, friends. Celebrate love.