Easy, Heart

We give hearts filled with chocolate, we nibble on sugary heart-shaped candies, we draw hearts on cards, and we cross our hearts…but we really don’t hope to die. And we really don’t treat our heart, or the hearts of others, as good as we should.

People die of broken hearts. They really do. It happens a lot in the elderly. When a significant other dies, the other one, even if not ill, dies soon after.

If someone is going through great pain in matters of the heart, it can literally kill a person.

Two people in my life are going through a tremendously tough time right now. I love them both with all of my heart, and they are both in so much pain that I wish I could put a bandaid on the situation and make it all better. But I can’t. And now tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and the waves of pain will rise perhaps higher. The heart monitor will probably indicate increased levels, the stress will go higher and higher, things will be consumed in hopes to make the feelings all go away, but they won’t…it will all still be there in the morning, only with more stress, more strain, more pain.

Every time we hurt another person, and I mean hurt deeply, it’s like taking a piece of their heart, chipping away at its health, causing profound hurt and harm.

This Valentine’s Day, I hope we all treat the hearts of others with kindness.