Heart To Hurt

And yet why do we hurt ourselves, why do we do those things to others that end up hurting us? There are moments between living and that other choice so much coveted by many, when we find that in our hands is nothing, that while we have strived to get everything we have been left without. In that moment we stand to realise that we are and not will be, that who we are today, is who we shall be tomorrow, that the dirt that has found its way into our hearts, the glamour that we have added to our living, that altitudes upon which we stand all will never alter who we are. We stand to see and may be for the very first time, that we have a constant value and that while the eye and the ear may judge differently, the heart always knew.

Our pursuits can take us miles from home, our accomplishments may grant us positions with kings and all that could make it seem like we have been granted eternal change but we all know that we are who we shall and have been. So when an ambition or a desire, settles into our hearts it comes not only to inspire us but to direct us to where we have to be to where we are to stand. It’s as if we each are carriers of value, that our lives are boxes into which we are kept and that while at it, we have the responsibility to take us to those places.

We may find along our paths the showers of love, or the beauty of companionship, we may think that we are growing into something with someone and occasionally we may get the privilege of being held with the power of love but we should never forget who we are. The value of an individual could so easily be understood when we consider our own value. We have supported each other up steep climbs, we have looked out for each other in battle and we have not. There have been days when we have searched for ourselves and tried to understand us, but we have not found ourselves. We have even thought that we were a choice made by the choices we have made, that while we believed, we were ignorant.

To hide ourselves from others, it to hide from ourselves. The rivers of time have witnessed many that have sought to walk alone and have ignored all else only to empty their hearts into hurt. We have also witnessed others that were never aware of when to walk alone and never left their origins. We are held by the purposes that have been written on all our hearts and yet many times we have abandoned those writings for the blindness that kills. We have made decisions that have life long implications and have regretted the implications soon after that. Can there ever exist a time when we are free from hurting can we ever learn to live together as individuals?

I write not to give answers but to help me think, I pray you do to.