Heartbreak & Change

Change. I used to be absolutely prettified of it, to the point where I’d go to any lengths to avoid it. Now I treat change as an old friend, he is welcomed when he arrives and allowed to leave whenever he pleases, and I embrace all of his presence. Yet, I haven’t been able to show such graceful maturity against another inevitable occurrence, heartbreak.

Make no mistake, by heartbreak I don’t mean romantic disasters. I mean the loss of a loved pet, the ending of a extraordinary friendship, finding out that the villains were the heroes and your heroes were the villains, discovering that within you too, there is both a villain and a hero. Heartbreak comes in so many forms, so many identities that you’re constantly being ripped apart by it, in whatever disguise it may choose from whatever area in life.

But then I discovered my very own hypocrisy. I’ve been under the illusion of accepting change whilst I shunned heartbreak, not realising that they are one and the same. As my wise sister pointed out,

“You’ve got to make peace with it.”

So here I am, on the journey to making peace with heartbreak. I will allow it to rip me apart because I am there for myself, to build myself back up together.

Don’t hate heartbreak. Adore it. It gives you to opportunity to build yourself back up when all hope is lost.