Heartbreaks
We are beings born in love.
I was born in love.
My mother beamed with joy when she saw the cuteness that is hers and her husband.
I grew up a brilliant child who understood then that love comes in different forms but it never hurts.
My first heartbreak I cannot remember now but I thought it was grand and I would never love again.
The second happened and I thought my world ended.
“How dare you cheat on me?”
“You are not my type, that's why.”
That taught me that alas people claim to love those who aren't even their types.
The third heartbreak was so callous. I was bleeding on someone who did not cut me at first. He saw my wounds and decided to dig deeper.
I remember I bathed with ice cold water so my heart would freeze in the bathroom and I would die.
I didn't die. Haha. I wrote so much. I have journals filled with the hurts nobody knew I was enduring.
Writing healed me.
Somehow he's receiving his karma. All of them are tbh and it isn't because of me.
The fourth heartbreak very fast, very confusing, teary, and ugly, but understandable.
Each heartbreak tho has birthed a different me that makes me think they were necessary.
It goes beyond character development. It develops my audacity to be callous when necessary, sweet when necessary, read the room, and call out bullshit.
In another way I am not sure I was entirely heartbroken. Somehow, they felt like liberation.
Currently the world sometimes feels like one big porn show.
The desires of men and women stretching and circling within the boundaries of sexual things.
More products this, more products that.
Married people openly cheating. Relationship people doing their own.
It makes me wonder what can be defined as “heartbreak,” today.
It doesn't matter because we are beings of love. Full of love to heal ourselves and others.
Full of love to listen.
To hold and to mend.
That's a gift many lack.
There are not beings of love so they take, they hurt, and try to destroy to fill the void in them.
Still they marvel at this being born in love and how they take every hurt and create a beautiful garden.
We are not synonyms of wilt. We've become synonyms of blooming in the different stages blooms occur.
Which leaves me to wonder if heartbreak is a blessing to he expected or a nuisance that occur?
Which is it for you?
For me it makes it all profound that everything is an experience. We do not belong to anybody except we choose to. And when we make that choice it ought to be backed daily by multiple actions that convince them each day.
A fun-loving game if you ask me.
I am so excited that today is January 31st. It is my last day at this job that has stretched me so much. I am excited for the new phases February brings me with my training as a Project and Campaign Manager.
I am excited for the growth of my freelance business as well. My growth in coding as well.
My current hobby holding me down is doodling. It is so lovely to doodle till your hands hurt. Thanks to the gift Oyin gave me on my glasses deliveries. I've used that notepad sm.
Tata!
as my Pookie would say!
I wish you my readers wellness of mind and body.
"...callous when necessary..."🥶
Oh I loved this. 🌸🤍