RT @loversdiction: "inseparable, adj.: Everything is separable; it’s just a question of whether you can survive the separation."
I don't think there's a question to that, because you can. You may succumb to the ill feelings and the emptiness that you previously voided to allow something to occupy, you may think you're going to inevitably get swallowed up in a black hole that's your own being, but, nope. The heart keeps beating even when it's broken, because that's how humans are. We bruise and we hurt, but we recover, and even scars will fade. The days you thought you'd never survive eventually tide over, and in this big world with its endless beings (billions is perceptually endless relative to one, anyway), your heart will find a safe elsewhere to anchor even if you originally had no destination. Well, that's if, you don't choose to sail and wander with no purpose, no nothing, but lug the weight of your anchor towards the view of the horizon you'll never reach. Heartbreak is good for you if you're fighting it, not if you're wallowing in it. Our generation romanticizes pain and suffering, but maybe I'm just beginning to learn that the traditional values of loyalty and passive companionship are much more romantic and inherently good for one's well-being. Maybe I'm older now and prefer stability, but I just want my love to be slow and maybe addictive, not burning and later crashing.
On another not completely unrelated note, I've reached a decision not to go on exchange overseas. True, I'm missing out with regards to what my peers will be experiencing. But referring back to my priorities, family is first, and while my heart yearns to travel, I think I'll be thankful I chose to put that off and to spend more time with my family, more specifically, my mom. It has always been a nagging worry to me that my parents are getting on in their years, and I think my future self will look back and be happy I invested my time in the people whom I will one day miss, instead of the self I'll always be in.
