Recently, my life has been very much shaken up. I’ve experienced great joy, I’ve experienced great loss, and I’ve found that the heart is a funny thing. It’s so eager to latch on to someone, but it has such a hard time letting go. At least that has been my own experience. It’s almost like someone took an axe and severed this invisible connection I had, and it’s just as painful as that sounds.
But I’m making it.
And, as morbid as this may sound, I’m thankful for such pain. I’m sorry that it happened with this someone, but I’m thankful that it did, because now I know what it means to be heartbroken. Now, when I hear about someone else losing someone, or when I see someone else cry – be it real or fiction – I know what it is they’re going through. I know how deep the pain can hurt. I can relate, and I can help. Having someone who understands is so much of a blessing that words cannot even begin to describe it, and, thankfully, I’ve had friends who have been where I am. Friends who understand and have survived the devastation of a heart-break.
And I have joined their number. One of the broken-hearted.
It’s a strange feeling, this growing-up thing. At times I really hate it, and sometimes I wish things would just stay the same, but all things happen for a reason.
“Sometimes life is like this dark tunnel; you can’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you just keep moving you will come to a better place.”
C’est la vie.
Such is life.