The Whisper

My personal opinion is that each person who gets into one’s heart is settled there forever. No other person can take one's spot. People do come and go, that's true, but the feelings we had for them, or at least the memories of those feelings last forever and continue to exist in that special part of the heart.

That is why it rarely occurs to me that we are replaceable. It does not matter if you once were a close friend to someone, if you had deep emotions for each other, if you were like close family, went to the same school or shared any kind of common experience… People fill the emptiness once you leave. It is in human nature to fix the holes, to repair the damaged.

I always had sense of pity, and admiration at the same time, for those who have an ability to isolate emotions from other things they do in life, for I trusted myself that the feelings are the drive for everything you do and that without them, you can never truly succeed. They are the fuel that keeps us running, but as any fuel, emotions are highly flammable. Everything good in life, comes with the caution label, and does it really make sense that you give up the good things just to isolate yourself from the possibility of getting hurt?

Statistics prove that heart failure is the most common type of death. In the fast time we live, we have certainly forgotten how to savor life… We pursue careers, rarely stop to enjoy because we are too busy surviving in nowadays materialistic world… We’ve forgotten how to express genuine feelings without using tactics…These are the times when our hearts turn backs on us. "Why do men love bitches?", is the name of a bestseller I have read couple of months ago. Surely, it has some useful advice on how to appreciate yourself more in the relationship but still... What happened to the good old fairy tales where love comes unconditionally? Now we live with masks, hiding who we truly are, thinking of strategies, behaving more like algorithms than like human beings.

An amazing person recently shared this beautiful citation with me:

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.

Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover,

everyone becomes a poet.

-Plato

I wonder: until we "become poets", are we all just a random page in someone's diary and nothing more than that?

I promised myself I won’t ask these questions. Paulo Coelho says that it is good to bear in mind that these question do exist and that even though we will never get the answers we still manage to find ways to be happy and live peacefully. However, "peaceful" is not the adjective that I want to use in future when i turn back to describe my life. I want to seek, to make mistakes, to think I've found and get disappointed, to cry along the sad songs. and then again get up and seek...all over again- until I find what I need.

I don't want to be afraid of getting hurt, for scars are the prof that we have survived the fall. After the time passes, some of them are barely visible, some of them are deep and ugly. But as long as you have them, you will know that you, for some reason, survived what other did not. You are richer for an experience, for a loss… The person I deeply cared about once said to me that the pain is healing and that it builds character. He said that if you know how to cherish sadness, you'll also know how to cherish love better than the others.

So, after putting all that's on my mind on the plain white computer screen, I have to admit that I do feel better. My friend Ana says that in the end, we do write just for ourselves. It is our way to express what we feel. :)