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It is yet again another year. Again and again, life filled with joy, sadness, excitement and pain has gone by.When I look up at the sky I thought of a question: Do I deserve my friends, the people I love, I care about probably the most?

Then my brain, which I brutally ignored (not really) for the past decade spoken yet again its wise words.

"We all have what we treasure, and what we do not. It is not always so important those we treasure is also treasure to everyone else. Dreams, believes and love, everyone have different opinions, interpretation. What is important is YOU, yes what you believe is the most important.

"What you believe is important, your friendship your loved ones, even though they might not even care the same about you. But should those change your feelings towards them? Let me answer with a story.

"There once was a person, gender unknown, Mathematical Skill unknown as neither of those matters. Let's use 'he' for convenience sake. He was on a quest, to look for what it takes to be a hero. He found this old guy, sitting a a rock beside the road. He asks 'do you know need what one need to be a hero?' The old man asked him back instead, 'what is a hero?'

"The person thinks, in his mind he flashes images of warriors slaying dragons, elfs saving lives, and that is what he told the old man. The old man says, 'so why does hero do those?' 'To help the weak of course.'

"Old man smiles, and he asks 'do you think heroes wants or expects to get something in return?' 'Of course, they expect...' then the traveler stops, and thought. The old man finishes for him 'a hero helps people regardless of what they receive young one. A hero are expecting to be able to make a difference in people's life and see the joy and peace in society. A hero loves others whether the other like him (or her) or not. A hero might never be heard but still continue his deeds.' The old man paused, and continued, 'There was once a clan under attack from another powerful clan. Every clan member joined the fray. One of the soldiers fled the frontline. What do you think he is?'

"The traveler replied 'a coward, or a weakling, free rider.' 'Or is he? You never considered other possibilities hey? Well, can't blame young people. Well, he realized there is a back door to his clan's village. Only a few knows, so no one bothers. He believed that it is entirely possible the enemies sneak up, but no one listens. He, out of love and care and strong belief, fled the frontline to check. Yes, an army of enemy is coming. There is no time to call for reinforcement, so this person stood there for 10 days all by himself without sleep, drink of water or anything, single handily defended the village. Now do you still think he is a coward?' The traveller was silent.

"'That warrior died and the only tale about him that's been passed on is that 'he is a coward who fled from the frontlin'. He probably knows this, but out of his belief, his love, he take that name to protect his village. Now that is a hero. You can be a hero, too. There are, or at least will be people you care and love. Protect them, trust them and continue that love and care regardless of what they might think of you, then you will be a hero.'

"As a light flashes through the travelers eye, he realizes that what he was looking for was right there. When he look up to thank the old man, the old man was gone.

"Now you want to be a hero right? I know you do fat person (namely Alfred), then you should not let your love and care for others fade no matter how they treat you. Love them, protect them and believe in them, you will be a hero."

That ends my thought.

So, my friends, for this Feb. 14, be my Valentine. Whoever you might be, I will love you.

Remark: Love doesn't necessarily need to be romantic.

P.S.Story is a abbreviated story from FF VII