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The Broken Heart
I once attended a party meant for broken hearts. It was a party that had so much sadness painted all over it. Such was the color of sadness that even a blind person could see it from a distance. The atmosphere of the day was filled with incomprehensible gaze and all I could hear was the sound of silence.A silence so deafening.
Everyone in the party wanted to be left alone in solitude, they acted like their life was utterly intolerable, as if they had no hope of reprieve, like they did not want to anticipate for tomorrow to come.
When I looked around me I saw pieces of hearts scattered here and there, hearts that I knew were whole before, and had been used to conjure up thoughts of joy and gladness. Hearts that were used to feel the beauty and wonders of our surroundings.
It was so disheartening for me to discern that some people had cried their eyes out and their tears had formed a pool beside them. A pool that was threatening to drown them.
Heartbreak is an event that is engraved on the memory of a person whose heart has been broken in such a fashion that it keeps on hunting the mind of that person. Day will follow day and the days that will follow may become a nightmare. It is not strange that we feel the hurts and pains that will
accompany such days, if we delve into psychology, we will come up with an obvious answer; the heart is a sensitive part of us. But we can overcome and forget if we change the circumstance. We can do this by the imagination of the mind. We can use the mind to harness the joy we once felt and the propensity to the happiness we once shared with tenderness and concern. Everybody eats dirt in his or her lives. The strong spits it out and survives. We should not allow the mind to become overstressed because of the apprehensions and emotional emptiness we feel. We could make the mind give birth to delusions that may seem completely real. Such delusions could become catalyst that may send the mind over some emotional precipice so that the events of the day also become emotionally magnified and out of place.
Every bird has a song, so will every broken heart find love again. No one should allow the agonies of a broken heart take the chance of loving again away from him or her.
Most people live their lives without finding love. You are still alive; you have found love once, now love will find you. A love more fulfilling than the one you lost.
About the Author Daniel is a script writer. His first novel Unimaginable will soon be published.
