I was minding my own business on Twitter the other day.
Well, as much can mind one’s own business when spending time with thousands of strangers posting niblets of their lives online in 140 characters or less.
And all of a sudden, a tweet comes through the stream that catches my eye.
And I responded:
All the while thinking that I was being sort of serious yet sarcastic too.
Chocolate – in my mind, it’s very good…but some might think it’s unhealthy. Moderation, right?
Exercise – supposed to be good, but mentally have to talk myself into doing it. Moderation again, right?
Really? Can a broken heart be anything other than bad?
I’ve had a few heartaches in my day — not to be confused with heartburn which is easily remedied with Prilosec.
Heartaches hurt. Deep-down-raw-gut-wrenching hurt.
You want to take turns curling up into a little ball, eating quarts of chocolate ice cream, and conjuring up vindictive plans to ruin the perpetrator’s life.
Or you just cry from the depths of your soul.
So how can that be good in any way?
The answer came to me halfway down the street…heartache is good because at least you’re feeling something.
Numbness is neutral.
Numbness is beige.
Numbness is flavorless.
And living in a numb state isn’t really living at all.
To feel incredible joy, vast love and abundant gratitude, you have to be willing to take on the pain of a broken heart.
You have to be willing to get hurt.
You have to take off the armor.
And by “you”, I mean me.
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