Tag: Thoughts

Disappointed I am. With some people, some Zen, supposedly caring people, healers even, who are taking this whole quarantine-pandemic in a complete wrong, selfish way. People who should know better and act better.

But they don’t.

Currently, in the middle of so much pain and sorrow, they are more concerned about their lack of “freedom “, the imposed restrictions, the uncomfortable use of masks and the impossibility of going out just like it used to be.

And others are taking way too light the restrictions of social distancing and the quarantine mode, going out and about, just because, not for the essential.

Yep, life is currently interrupted. At least, the way we knew it. And it really sucks, but life is interrupted in the attempt of stopping the virus to spread, to give time to doctors and nurses to take care of everybody who might need care. Life is interrupted to save lives, the most we possibly can. Because lives do matter, regardless the age, health condition, race, gender and status quo. And they should be our first and main focus. And we should do our very best, our part to stop this damn pandemic. If we handle it correctly, everything else will follow. And bit by bit we will all return to our lives as we knew it. Hopefully with great lessons learned and applied, with more compassion and kindness in our actions, with focus on what it really matters, appreciating the ones we love and spending more time, a good time with them.

But that is just a hope. A wishful thinking. Because when I look at those people who as I said should know better and act better and the way they are approaching this whole crisis (and I am not even tackling the conspiracy theories they are firmly believing in) I can’t help thinking that yep, life will return to its normal self, but not with improved beings or even an improved reality. Not this time around. Not yet.

Because even people who should know better and act better are not.

And although this is not a surprise, it’s unfortunate.

It’s sad.

And highly disappointing.

It hurts. A lot. And it’s supposed to. After all, it’s a broken heart.

Sometimes we get sad, disappointed and even angry with the other person (because, seriously, how could they?🤣). Sometimes, we get sad, disappointed and so angry with ourselves (because, seriously, how could we make the same mistake again of falling for the wrong person once again?😔).

Other times, a mix of both.

No matter the case, it hurts. And it does, because when we welcome somebody to our world, give them a key to our heart so they can come in and make themselves comfortable, they become a piece of it. The heart expands and accommodates. And when, suddenly that piece leaves, it’s no longer there, we get a hole, a windy, cold, painful hole. That aches. That longs for that little tiny piece to come back. To feel whole, cozy and warm again.

Our hearts take time to realize that once, not so long ago, it worked and functioned without that little tiny piece that now is missing. And it can and will function properly again without it.

Eventually.

If, better, when we let it be.

But until then, it does ache.

A lot.

But guess what? It’s much much better to feel that broken heart pain than to feel nothing. No pain, no love, just nothing. The void of numbness can be a much worse feeling. And usually is.

Much.

Trust me. Been there. Done that. I’d rather feeling each inch of a broken heart than feel absolutely nothing at all. Because being alive is the experience of feeling, whatever we feel, good, bad, beautiful or ugly. And when we don’t, we feel dead inside. And although breathing with the heart beating and the mind thinking, we are pretty much dead.

And is there a worst “feeling” than this?