The heart is a fragile organ but it cannot be denied that it is a source of irony in a person’s life. A scientist, even a person who took up biology in high school, might say that it is not at all hard to study the heart. With all the ventricles and chambers and aortas, and their functions in keeping an organism alive; it is truly such a magical thing. But through all this scientific knowledge of the heart, do we really know the deeper abyss beneath the surface of it? Can one truly answer why, when we feel hurt, sadness, betrayal, the heart constricts itself so tight it makes it hard to breathe? Why is it that a single touch, a whispered word, a shattered cry can squeeze out everything that defines us and leave us feeling empty inside? Why does it overflow one second and shatter the next? Why is it that no matter what we do, we can never truly comprehend its purpose?
We say we feel happy, sad, excited, hurt, angry, numb…but words can never truly define what we feel. Everything is a torrent of emotions, a waterfall, making us feel wonderful then confused in a space of a heartbeat. And through it all, the heart still thuds inside its cage, carrying the weight of a million emotions wanting to be set free but containing itself the next moment. And all these emotions, we try to define them. We say, we are happy, we are hurt, we are angry, and most of all, we love and we are loved.
But still one fact threatens to destroy all that we have tried to accomplish in the years of our lives. Do we truly know what we are feeling enough to say it for what it truly is? When our heart is too heavy and it gets hard to breathe, can we say that we are sad and hurt? When it threatens to burst and spill over and we have to do everything we could not to shout, can we say we are happy and excited? When we can no longer feel anything at all and everything just seems so cold, can we admit our numbness?
We people, these days, have lost our connection with our emotions. And everything roots from the reason that we are no longer strong enough to accept the betrayal, sadness, and the hurt that keeps creeping in when we least expect it. Instead we bury it all in and put anger in place of all these, cause, face the fact, anger is easier to handle. Anger directed on others, the people around us, for it’s easier to point fingers than admitting to things. It’s better to put the blame on their shoulders and damn our guilty conscience to hell. But our blabbermouth conscience is our heart’s pathway to our mind, because the heart realizes that we have shuttered it from us; listening to our brains more than we do our hearts. And this could be the main reason why there are people who have lost their ability to feel and to sympathize, instead their apathy is so strong it influences the people around them, spreading coldness and indifference to everyone they could get their hands on. We have, as a result, rocks and robots as inhabitants of this planet.
We have long since given up and have distanced ourselves to the point that life becomes a dull blur, a series of blacks and whites wherein the mind governs the heart. And the heart in the end ceases to exist. But though we have caged ourselves in an everyday routine, living life in a series of normalcy, every single day similar, we have buried deep within us the hope that someday someone will come, someone to stir things up, jump into our life and pull us from the pit of the eerie and dreary into the chaos of life. And we hope each day. But each day also puts another damper on that hope. Day after day, despair eats up the hope inside of us and we just throw ourselves back into that abyss where everything is neat and tidy and…safe. Because we know that it’s better to be safe, because if we are, nothing will disrupt our lives, and everything will be secure. But life doesn’t work that way, and we weren’t born in this world to be safe. We were sent here to disrupt lives, to add fire to dullness, to crash and burn and stand back up, to be angry and chaotic, to be human and to breathe.
It is in being safe that the coldness of the inhuman steps in our lives and sucks the heart in us leaving us feeling programmed and preset. Like a computer, all knowledge no substance. Life is supposed to be lived with enthusiasm, with hope and belief that the day laid out before us can be special. Looking at the broader part of humanity but also taking in the subtleties of it because the complexities of life always start from the simple things. In doing so, we begin to open our minds to what is laid out before us. We learn to accept life’s beauty and its ugliness, the benefits and the drawbacks, and most of all its strengths and weaknesses. And when we’ve realize all this, we glorify the good and seek to change the bad. And when we cannot accomplish the latter, accept our limitations and try to understand that life is better with some bleakness. For this bleakness is what keeps us human and rid us of the notion that there is such a thing as perfection. Because perfection is the root of all depression. Trying to understand every single thing is the root of all confusion. Greed for money and power is the root of destruction and dissatisfaction. Accept and enjoy the simplest things in life because it is here that we derive the most basic and glorious happiness we can ever experience. It is in simplicity that we become our best. Open our heart’s minds and let it through our own foggy intellect.
Open our ears and hear what our hearts are trying to convey to us for so long. Do not try to put reason behind every action because our hearts’ actions are not something easily understood. None can define what our hearts’ motives are. Let it be. Life wouldn’t be fruitful when all that we do is try to put definition in every word, in every action. Delve into our inner being and listen to what it’s saying and then we can truly understand life for the ease of it. In understanding that ease, we understand its intricacy. Then we are one and separate. And when we’ve understood life’s irony, we’ve become what God wants us to be, faithful, unprejudiced and worthy. Thus, we’ve overcome the manacles that ensnare us in the depths of that bottomless pit we are in and learn again to hope in what God has destined for our future. Learn to believe in our faithful hearts because the only thing that is understandable is this: Our hearts and our souls are intertwined. This is why we live, why we feel, why we believe in the unbelievable. This is where we dream and where our dreams are attained. It is the only thing that bridges us to the heavens and to the belief that somewhere, somehow, miracles are still happening and it’ll only be a matter of time before that miracle happens to us.
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