I believe very much in better to love and lost than never to love at all. Love is such a strange thing. It’s like this form of thing that we created out of nothing. I see someone, something, some passion, some hobby and develop this thing called love. With all my heart, I care for the thing and just want the thing to do well. And when the love is lost, it’s like someone reached into my soul and remove something that grown to become a part of me.
I feel sad. Sad not because the thing is not mine anymore. But sad because part of me is gone. Part of me where the love exists is gone now. Lost sucks so much. For a split second, I feel like I’m out of my body, experiencing this strange feeling. I feel empty and hollow. During the period of recovery of a heartbreak, the heart is confused and it feels terrible.
It’s all part of life, I know. To love and lost. To fall and stand up again. To have a broken heart and heal. My heart has been broken a few times before. It always heals in the end, for I am most grateful for that. Every time the heart heals, she becomes stronger and more resilient.
Here’s to a stronger heart. xx
Ps: here, I felt like I lost my other passions in life (being constantly updated about geopolitics and to have in-depth discussion about societal issues. Things that young super libertarian Lisa likes.). I know this is making way for my current passion of economics and finance. Specialisation is key. And I’m taking baby steps there. This is perhaps why I feel nostalgia for old Lisa. She’s crazy stupid fun. The now Lisa is okay crazy, stupid in other ways and fun in other ways. I like me now. I also like the old me. I’m glad to have had the experience of being the old me.