They taught us in med school that once the kidney reaches fibrosis, it is hard if not completely impossible for it to gain back its full fonction. I like to think it is the same for human beings. There comes a time when we reach some kind of "emotional fibrosis" and do no longer desire to feel, for we have become too acquainted with hurting... for pain had become an old friend of ours that we just no longer desire to hear from... for cloudy and rainy days had become a routine, not necessarily according to the actual weather, but inside our heads...
So here I am. Sitting.. wondering... hurting?
How much damage is enough damage to hit the point of no return? How much can a heart break before it loses the hope and will to put the pieces back together? What if we become too comfortable with the broken pieces? What if somehow, the broken pieces shelter us from being hurt another time? What if the wound is a constant reminder, a red flag that begs us not to go 'there' another time?
I guess it is true when they say that everything comes to end. People die. Couples break up. Even food expires. Why not emotions then?
So here I am. Sitting.. wondering... hurting?
How much damage is enough damage to hit the point of no return? How much can a heart break before it loses the hope and will to put the pieces back together? What if we become too comfortable with the broken pieces? What if somehow, the broken pieces shelter us from being hurt another time? What if the wound is a constant reminder, a red flag that begs us not to go 'there' another time?
I guess it is true when they say that everything comes to end. People die. Couples break up. Even food expires. Why not emotions then?
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