How many times a day does your heart break ?
Are you open to it, or do you turn away ?
hearts are breaking, lately (Valentine’s day notwithstanding). and by breaking, i mean any state of disarray, from fully shattered to fractured, from weathered and worn to aching. even those who remain intact still strain from the weight of fear, sadness, anger, deep confusion.
Does your heart break from too little, or too much ? Does it break on behalf of others, on behalf of tragedy or injustice, or on behalf of your own trials and more than the occasional tribulation ?
Does your heart break for questions ?
Do I love her enough ? Is he the right one at the wrong time, or vice versa ? Will she ever know what she means to me ? Is this the sunset of a best friendship ? Will she get through this without me ? If they are good people, why do they do horrible things ? How much hatred can the world withstand ? What’s their breaking point ? What’s mine ? How will I know when enough is enough ?
To paraphrase a quote from the Dalai Lama: Take heart that the negative overwhelms the news. If horrible things are news, it’s because they’re still exceptional. The day horrible things are no longer news is the day we should be worried.
So when your heart hurts, know two things:
1. If you can feel the hurt, you’re still alive–in your body and in your mind–thus the pain is its own kind of miracle.
2. If it makes your personal headlines, it’s because it’s exceptional–it’s because your average is better than that, and so the pain is noteworthy. So note it, pay attention, carry it gently, know that it will pass, and be kind to yourself.
Maybe be open to a bruised heart, maybe hear what it has to say. Be good to it: show your heart compassion, sit with it through the mess. It’s been good to you, so far. Return the favor.