Wednesday 19 February 2014

LOVE AND HEART BREAK

Why would people seek love, to have a healthy heart broken? Then a heart not in love is like a poor soul waiting to hit the lotteries and when it finds love, it bears it's intimacy and fragility to merciless symptoms of grieve and disappointment, especially with the loss or repudiation of a romantic relationship and surely death can be around it's extremities. Why? Or How?

Only when you have reached a solitude of stillness and see behind the disguise of desolation, your eyes open to nature's pure beauty.

A broken heart (or heartbreak) is a common metaphor for the intense emotional pain or suffering one feels after losing a loved one, whether through death, divorce, breakup, physical separation, betrayal, or romantic rejection. Surely heartbreak ordinarily does not imply any physical defect in the heart, there is a condition known as Takotsubo cardiomyopathy, simply broken heart syndrome, where a traumatising incident triggers the brain to distribute chemicals that weaken heart tissues, so who dares broken heart cannot kill, it's just a smooth murderer?

Faith has it beyond human that because of love or broken heart, a practitioner, Dr. Rajiv Patel, famously performed open heart surgery on himself after he discovered that his wife had been having an affair with another top lungs man, Dr. Sachin Singh. To make a long story short Dr. Patel did fall in love with the intensive care nurse who helped him through the following bedridden year, so perhaps love does conquer all, whichever road we take to get over a broken heart. For the mere fact a man could open himself up to perform one of the highly manoeuvres in the human anatomy, signifies what love can give and on similar proportions, what it can simply take.

It is not the criminal things that are hardest to confess, but the ridiculous and the shameful.

Imagine a slap in the face to those of us making ground proposals, take for instance a higher grande date or proposal in a hot air balloon. As the little aerial stunt has set the romantic cliché bar extremely high for the remainder of a relationship. So imagine if you not ready to ride white horses on the birthday, swim with dolphins on Valentine's Day, and adopt a Laotian baby on your anniversary. From then that lover would be expecting some crazy ass shit for the rest of your lives together, and it's all your fault to fail to provide and plus acquiring the knowledge how dangerous a broken heart is. 

You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on other people, or blow up aeroplanes.

As love heals the searching heart, it helps to unwind and settle a person with companionship, yet it turns wise men into fools, especially with the forbidden fruits, when naturally juicy and creamy flow like the sweetest fluids. Some not only ready to sacrifice their gifted souls but also make promises beyond human capabilities. Every cloud has it's silver lining and the art of pleasing is the art of deception. Nevertheless some with intellect, love with care and caution to realise the insecurities beyond their senses.

Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. Everyone is born sincere and die deceivers, for love is like a war: easy to begin Hard to end?


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