A Rhetorical Question for Thy Month of Love
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“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
For all the years you've lived, have you asked yourself how thick your heart is? To what extent can it hold love? Has it been capable of feeling the "real" love? As the love of month (of which I have been writing LOVE blah blah blah's because of such reason) continues to swift off time, probably, it's also about time to assess your own self and ask how thick your heart is.
Most of the time we spend life nailing pieces of armor onto it each and every day. Armor so no one can get inside. You are only given one heart so once it is gone, so are you. There is no recovery from a broken heart. There is no way to mend it once it’s been wounded. So who invented love and why? Love is just a way of giving your heart up to perish, returning the bullet to your shooter so he/she can try again.
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Love is the result of failed armor. You spend all this time protecting your heart and emotions, protecting them from some cruel persons who will try to break down your barriers. You try to protect yourself from nothing, but heartbreak. That is all that love leads up to, heartbreak. The glorious image of a fairytale ending and the princess and prince is just what it is called, a fairytale. None of those things exist. Those are torture devices our media has come up with. They are images they tease us with even though we know it will never happen. These images are the bait. They look good, but end up in disaster.
As you go through life there will be someone cruel enough to squeeze their way into your heart. They will try to break down the barriers you have spent your whole life building. Whoever that person may be, they will get in if you let them. Your protection will not be strong enough. You will let that deceiving person in to pull, and tug, and rip at your heart. They will trick you into letting them in, and you will let them in.
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You most likely will not believe what is being said right now. Most people don’t, because of the fairytale image that the media has created. You can say that you will be strong. You will not be gullible. You will stick your ground. But when it comes down to it, no one really does. Everyone falls into the pit of love-- the torture chamber. Love is no different than that fake contest on your computer that ends up spamming you.
The lyrics in the love songs of today, yesterday, and tomorrow have been written by people with no experience. The lyrics to the songs of heart break are written by people who have been fooled. The sad thing about love is that you never truly understand it, until you have felt the pain. Love is not a subject in school or a hobby you can study. It is not a test you can ace, because eventually everyone fails. As no one has the same finger print, no one has the same story. They may be similar, but they are never exactly the same. The only thing that is the same in every love story is that eventually you get fooled by a cruel person, and it all ends in failure. That’s how all love stories end.
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So when that time comes, when some villain pries open the armor that guards your heart, toys with your emotions, and then throws it aside, don’t feel alone. That is how everyone’s love story ends: heartbreak, deception, lies, betrayal, and sorrow. No one knows why love ends this way, or why it is such a gigantic contradiction, but it is. The worst thing of all is that you are aware of how painful it will be. You are aware that it will end in heartbreak. You are aware that nothing but regret will come from it, but we get sabotaged by it anyways.
The villain who enters your heart will block your clear vision and convince you that love is wonderful. Then, once you are brought back to reality again, it is as if you were not in this world. It is as if you were stuck in a concussion and just regained your consciousness. You do not realize how foolish you are being when you are in love. Then, later on, you look back on the memories and ask yourself, “How did I fall for that?”
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Soul mates. Lovers. “Meant to be.” They are all a façade. Why is it that we use the adjective lovely to mean beauty, when it is a derivative of the word love? Love -- the worst creation. Your heart is not an experiment. There are no re-dos. You only have one, and when you damage it there is almost no way to recover. Love starts out great and ends up as one big regret. Heart break, deception, lies, questions, low self-esteem, blindness, pessimism, hopelessness, despair, misery, anguish, depression, sorrow, betrayal, foolishness, wonder, disillusion, backstabbing, lack of comfort, fear, and tears are all the sorrowful results of love. Love is not a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection.
How thick is your heart? ^^
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