February Random Thoughts
Now I can freely say. I hate February. And I feel better after writing this sentence. That's why I will write it again. I hate February.
Hating something is such a strong and bad word. Really bad. I thought I would never be able to hate. I have always been someone who loves. I loved every day, every moment, everyone who smiles, every new flower that blooms, rain, sun, snow, I loved everything. I loved life. I actually love life. It would be devastating to say that I do not love life, because my existence would then make no sense. But that won't stop me from hating February. Yes, I hate February and I feel better every time I write that.
Last year, February took my breath away. I am still there, in that same February even though a new February has now begun.When I hear the word February, it hurts. I am experiencing the same stress again as on that February day when I was carelessly painting at home. My painting was interrupted by a doorbell.
They told me he suddenly fell on the street. When I asked them where he was now, they told me he was in the morgue. I don't know if there's anything harder and scarier you can hear. And the day before, we laughed together and enjoyed February. That's why I hate February.
But I know that the problem is not in February, but in me who cannot cope with the loss of a loved one. I shouldn't blame February. It's a month like any other. Although I have never been thrilled with the fact that there is one day in February when we celebrate love. Love should be celebrated every day. If we celebrate love only in February, then something is wrong.
Thank you very much for reading.
Article and lead image are original and mine.
I can relate to this, because I also lost my sweetest grandma in this month as well.