Sometimes your heart gets broken. You might think it’s chipped, or cracked when you’re first feeling the blunt force -the shock of the death of a relationship…
But after you let it all gestate for awhile…after valiant attempts at impregnating your life with meaning and significance (using activities, projects, and people as vehicles)…after days, weeks, and a few months or so… and even after you do begin feeling that your life is whole again, that you are you again, you finally
just come to accept that your heart was simply broken.
And it’s okay to surrender to that, to show compassion to yourself.
In retrospect, and when you finally have perspective again, you may find yourself feeling that your heart was really just chipped…that your heart can feel much deeper, that it’s capacity to actually be broken is terrifyingly greater than what you previously experienced.
There is something exciting about that.