What is the heart? For some of us, it's an organ. For others, it's the well of our feelings; our emotions.
The heart is considered an important part of practically every culture; it's significance in resembling symbolism is second to none.
Now let me give you a recollection of my day, as I wondered the streets homeless for 6 hours.
After getting kicked out of my foster home for refusing to back down in an argument, I began pondering to myself, caught up in my thoughts as everyone else smoked, drank, and partied on Canada Day.
Being sober [regrettably so]I walked for a few hours in the dark until I came across a cemetery.
Cemeteries are beautiful. The feeling of absolute peace, tranquility, and quiet eerily called my name as I escaped the hustle and bustle of my loud, obnoxious and polluted city.
After slipping through the fence, I peered around at the tombstones. This was a seemingly traditional and orthodox Christian burial grounds, with psalms and proverbs rested across these slabs of limestone and gravel.
Reading a lot of names, and dates of deaths, a sudden realization hit me.
A lot of the spouses, as in almost every single one, died within a year of each other. The children, if one died young, so did the other. It's startling how much you can find out about a particular family just by visiting their resting places; the pain they've endured. Maybe it's my schizophrenic state beginning to deteriorate, but I started to see them. No, not physically, but spiritually, as if they were talking to me.
What could this mean? Do husbands and wives die because of "broken hearts?" It's as if souls become one; bound together by love, a chemistry that's far more beautiful and complicated than any scientific or religious debate could ever muster. When that's broken, the other loses a part of them; and their will to live.
That's how I spent my national holiday, sitting in a cemetery contemplating how these people lived, died, and the unbreakable bond of real love.
I'm glad it happened. I wouldn't have wanted to do anything else.
Can hearts break? Of course they can. But what about these bonds that form as a result?
Why did all these couples die immediately after one another?
So many questions. No answers, only assumptions and gross generalizations.
What is it? The heart? What is it capable of?
The heart is considered an important part of practically every culture; it's significance in resembling symbolism is second to none.
Now let me give you a recollection of my day, as I wondered the streets homeless for 6 hours.
After getting kicked out of my foster home for refusing to back down in an argument, I began pondering to myself, caught up in my thoughts as everyone else smoked, drank, and partied on Canada Day.
Being sober [regrettably so]I walked for a few hours in the dark until I came across a cemetery.
Cemeteries are beautiful. The feeling of absolute peace, tranquility, and quiet eerily called my name as I escaped the hustle and bustle of my loud, obnoxious and polluted city.
After slipping through the fence, I peered around at the tombstones. This was a seemingly traditional and orthodox Christian burial grounds, with psalms and proverbs rested across these slabs of limestone and gravel.
Reading a lot of names, and dates of deaths, a sudden realization hit me.
A lot of the spouses, as in almost every single one, died within a year of each other. The children, if one died young, so did the other. It's startling how much you can find out about a particular family just by visiting their resting places; the pain they've endured. Maybe it's my schizophrenic state beginning to deteriorate, but I started to see them. No, not physically, but spiritually, as if they were talking to me.
What could this mean? Do husbands and wives die because of "broken hearts?" It's as if souls become one; bound together by love, a chemistry that's far more beautiful and complicated than any scientific or religious debate could ever muster. When that's broken, the other loses a part of them; and their will to live.
That's how I spent my national holiday, sitting in a cemetery contemplating how these people lived, died, and the unbreakable bond of real love.
I'm glad it happened. I wouldn't have wanted to do anything else.
Can hearts break? Of course they can. But what about these bonds that form as a result?
Why did all these couples die immediately after one another?
So many questions. No answers, only assumptions and gross generalizations.
What is it? The heart? What is it capable of?
