Dear Diary,
Multiple times in someone's life, the heart aches. It aches so much that it corrupts them, bringing tears, anger, helplessness, fear and the feeling that there's nothing they can do to stop it and that it will never leave them be. They feel constricted, stuck, like an invisible, psychological cage has settled itself around them and no matter how they struggle, they remain trapped. Even the strongest, smartest and most wilful of people cannot be free.
The heart is a complicating organ. It does its constant job, pumping many litres of blood through the system, around and around as science has proven… But alongside this essential task, it is believed to generate an overwhelming amount of emotion; love, lust, desire, passion, all of which can become too much for the feeble mind. No matter how some try to rid their selves of it, the overpowering sensation of it surges stubbornly through the bloodstream. Many succumb to the marvel of it, allowing it to envelope them in a bubble of pure delight, then watching vulnerably as that magnificent bubble bursts and they are left with nothing but the miserable remains. But the more determined and scared of the living create a barrier between life and love in the hopes that they will never have to suffer the burden of what the heart can bring. The amazing thing is that when the barrier seems to work - despite how imaginary it may be to those who are sure of their sanity- these people morph and change into what it seems they're not. Many see it as a disease of denial, a fatality to fakers. This transition only has one cure, and the only cure is what these people are hiding from; the heart. Though it seems the heart is the enemy, conveying that which breaks a person, it's not the enemy at all.
After all, what would a person be without their heart?