You know, i think on this a lot: the nature of ones heart, life, experience and purpose of this meagre existence.
And one thing that helps me is to try and see my 'self' from a deeper/broader perspective.
Not that im religious, far from it: But consciousness and the concept of its possible eternity.
So i suppose what im trying to say is, my broken heart from this 'life', is but a tiny segment of what i truly might be. It helps minimise the pain of it.
We are heart, body, and mind. The body will die, the heart will stop, but i believe consciousness will go on .
And if it does, then i imagine there are deeper more meaningful things to seek than trying to mend a broken heart.
Like, why cry about spilt milk, when there is wine.
Im not saying its a cure, or that ive succeed. But its made me search for something deeper that hopefully means more.
Im not sure if this makes sense at all. But i do know, trying to find peace, realising this life may be but a small part of what i am, helps put heartbreak into a more digestible experience.
It still hurts, it still makes me angry, it still parylises my thoughts sometimes.
But i wonder if its something im supoosed to learn.
I mean, how can i be whole, if im still hanging on to a broken heart?
Maybe love is more than that, bigger than just two people ?
For now, i just try to love the small things ....sunshine, breath, food, the fact i can walk ,talk and think .
I mean, it could be worse, i may have never learned how beautiful love was in the first place .
At least when i die, i know what it is to be so deeply and satisfyingly in love.
Yes, the loss of it hurts, ( and sometimes crushingly so). But you know , id take that over never knowing how beautiful it can be.💜
