A broken heart is confusion.
You want Time to either fast-forward or rewind—anything but crawl at this excruciating pace.
You wanted something and you lost it. That job, that person, that hope for a better life. What is your life worth without it?
A broken heart is impatience.
You beat and shake the gates of Time, desperate to flee the Present for the solace of the Past or Future. The hours grind on bit by bit. You want Time to either fast-forward or rewind—anything but crawl at this excruciating pace.
You cannot function without a whole heart and you crave for it to be fixed, now. “Make it stop,” you plead. “I will cut my heart out if I have to.” And some people do. History finds them instigating lynch mobs and manning the gas chambers at Auschwitz. Continue reading