Shout Out Loud

Life is irreplaceable, misery of a broken heart is fleeting, common, curable

I kept thinking of essays to write about broken heartedness, for the benefit of those trapped in the gloomy circle of sorrow, oblivious of life, its grandeur an transience.

Maybe I should write ‘How to mend your heart in 30 days,’ if it wasn’t already written. DIY s are making the big bucks out there, so at least my thoughts would get more exposure. I’d be thrilled if they actually worked, not fall on deaf ears, that sort of thing.

I remember those times when I saw nothing else but my grief, when beauty was hidden, gulped by bleakness, when every breath fed the dungeons of despair.

First I want to laugh a sarcastic laugh — those moments I couldn’t see past are now wrapped into so much irony. Then I feel sorry for the poor lost soul, too young to know any better, too alone to get any advice, too scared to seek any help.

I imagine many more go through the same, time and time again, even now, as I write this. So I’ve proceeded to sort of shout in writing, trying to get the attention of the young and frail, to remind them that life is irreplaceable, that the tears and misery of a broken heart are fleeting, unbelievably common, and most importantly, curable.

Initially I looked for causes. In my case lack of self respect and earthly fortunes, solitude. I kind of tripped on them, because the lack of earthly fortunes is what saved me, given that no matter what, I had to focus on getting my paychecks.

Then I decided that it must be human nature, to seek what we think we lack, pursue it and fall from high above when the embodiment of our fantasy doesn’t respond in kind.

It doesn’t happen to everyone though. There is a rare breed, from my generation at least, X, because I’m happily seeing so much change and improvement in the new generations, those X who had the attention and the care of their parents, who were taught to respect and love themselves most and unconditionally, who grew up certain of their value and wealth. I had the fortune to find a few, make them my friends and cling onto them for dear life. And yet, the discrepancy was far too wide for them to even comprehend the level of my lowliness, too foreign for them to think I needed help when I did, or even share their perspective when I was drowning. They couldn’t grasp the lack of love, nurturing and safety, so intrinsic into their lives that they took it for granted.

Maybe this is the answer: nurturing the self, giving it value within, worth and pride… Maybe that would balance the odds, change perspective and eliminate loss of life. I see that seed growing within myself as I care for it, feed it with meditation, kind thoughts, loving caressing forgiveness rather than barking reprimands.

There’s a very rare flower within us all, excessively sensitive in nature, extremely shy and fearful. If it gets the attention it deserves it blooms and rewards in most marvelous ways.

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