I once wondered when I was young, how people are capable of loving so many people at once. Surely, there’s a limit to how much love your heart can contain. I wondered what would happen if you love too many people, would your heart simply burst? Or would you just stop loving?
Then I grew older and as I met a lot of new people, I realise that the heart is a bottomless pit, churning out love as you please.
The figuratively-speaking heart and love is a positive feedback reaction. As you met and love new people, the heart grows with it. Making space for the new ones while keeping the old ones intact. This figuratively-speaking heart can be shredded to bits, yet still capable of loving simultaneously. Maybe to two different individuals, or maybe to the same entity.
It can love infinitely. Yet it picks and choose whom it loves and how it loves. It doesn’t love just because. And it doesn’t simply cease to love those who tore it pieces.
It can take a lot of beating before it ceases to love that one person, even then the remnants remain. Maybe the feelings are gone, but not without leaving a little dent on your heart.
Maybe heartbreaks are supposed to teach you a lesson on love and happy ending.
That it isn’t necessarily supposed to be romantic or boy-meets-girl kind of thing.
That love takes all kinds of forms. And you need to be acquainted with all kinds of love, the unexpected kind you find from strangers to others or the ones you give yourself. Or the ones that have been there all along. But all this isn’t necessarily romantic and it doesn’t need to be.
It’s not the kind of love that makes you flutter or skip a beat. Not the ones that send your hormones on rampant across your body.
But the kind that gives you comfort of home. The kind that gives you shelter against the raging storm. The kind that does so through action and words.
Filed under: Rant, Reflections; Moving forward