#297 -- Crushed
Cars can be crushed.
Tomatoes can be crushed.
Ice can be crushed.
The human heart shouldn’t be. But life isn’t fair, and anybody that tells you it is, is lying through their teeth. And sometimes in all that unfairness that occurs, lives get irreparably changed and hearts get crushed.
The younger the heart, the more the worse the damage. With age comes the knowledge that you’ve been dealt bad shit before and you’ve lived through it. Kids…kids are different. They don’t have the coping mechanisms, they don’t have the experience, and they don’t have the thick skin that adults do. When their hearts are crushed, their little lives torn apart, it takes years to put it all back together. Sometimes it takes a lifetime.
Sometimes they never get over it.
You’d think with the resiliency of youth, they’d bounce back, be whole again, better even than they were before. On the outside this may be true. But on the inside, I believe that a part of them remains crushed, damaged, bruised for the rest of their lives. That’s the corner of their hearts that forever remain stuck in a childhood nightmare
Tomatoes can be crushed.
Ice can be crushed.
The human heart shouldn’t be. But life isn’t fair, and anybody that tells you it is, is lying through their teeth. And sometimes in all that unfairness that occurs, lives get irreparably changed and hearts get crushed.
The younger the heart, the more the worse the damage. With age comes the knowledge that you’ve been dealt bad shit before and you’ve lived through it. Kids…kids are different. They don’t have the coping mechanisms, they don’t have the experience, and they don’t have the thick skin that adults do. When their hearts are crushed, their little lives torn apart, it takes years to put it all back together. Sometimes it takes a lifetime.
Sometimes they never get over it.
You’d think with the resiliency of youth, they’d bounce back, be whole again, better even than they were before. On the outside this may be true. But on the inside, I believe that a part of them remains crushed, damaged, bruised for the rest of their lives. That’s the corner of their hearts that forever remain stuck in a childhood nightmare