(by chris the cynic)
We live in an imperfect world. Friendship, which is a really important kind of love, is seldom what we mean when we use the word “love”. Romantic love, which is what we generally mean when we use the term, has some real problems around it. People who are seeking it or have found it all too often lack support, people who don’t want it are often pressured in its direction.
Yet for all that things surrounding it are bad, love is generally a good thing and today, day set aside in honor of at least one of the Saints Valentine (there were so many that at least three of them have associations with this day of the year) is, Chaucer tells us, a day that’s totally about love.
Now we could all brush up on our Middle English and study the poem “Parlement of Foules”, or we could just talk about love, lack of love, things surrounding love, and so forth.
[As a reminder, open thread prompts are meant to inspire conversation, not stifle it. Have no fear of going off topic for there is no off topic here.]