Lonely Hearts Club

Nearly everyday, somebody’s heart is broken… The Lonely Hearts season has come unannounced…unfortunately though, many of my friends are caught off guard. Now I understand why I’m getting invitations to ‘go out and have a beer’ left and right. I wonder if a study has been made on the correlation of alcoholic beverage sales and the number of people getting their hearts broken. I’d bet that it’s directly proportional.

But what is there to a heartbreak? Is it just about the gallon of tears…or the throbbing pain that you feel in your heart? The feeling of loss…regret…emptiness…or perhaps despair? Is it about having to feel your sense of worth plunge into nothingness? Or your insecurities to soar sky-high? Is it just about the darker side of things? Could be. Could be not. For me, a heartbreak reminds me of my humanness. The Goo Goo Dolls were right when they said, "you have to bleed just to know you’re alive." The more you feel pain, the more you feel alive. It makes you recognize your limitations and it reminds you that while there is unconditional love, there's also a need to love one's self…and sometimes that is what we often forget to do--to love ourselves.

Hearts aren't made of glass…and yet they are so fragile. So delicate that even a simple word like goodbye could shatter it to pieces, like a rock thrown at a glass window…So easy to break, and yet so hard to mend. No matter how hard you try to glue back the pieces, you know it wouldn't be as good as new…usually though only the 'heartbreaker' could fix it. So be careful with your hearts…and to the PLAYERS out there, don't go breaking hearts, especially if you have no intentions of fixing it.