Afraid of falling in love again only to have your heart broken in pieces as before, Icheoku says have you lately considered putting your heart away in a high security safe deposit box somewhere? Except that the heart is not an object that could be independently put away in like manner; otherwise many human-beings would have resorted to that measure as the last true assurance that their life pump would not suffer more catastrophic shocks any longer. Miss Havisham was so convulsed by the rude and sudden death of her lover and groom in the waiting on the eve of their wedding day that she went into total exclusionary hibernation, declining to ever love again until her beloved soul mate came back in a life after? The rest of the tragic story of "SHE" for those literature buffs is well known but suffice it to say that forlorn wait sometimes do not have a happily ever-after ending. So as you pine away, waiting for that fantastical dream prince or princess to magically appear or for that person who left you for another person to divorce who he or she is currently with and come back running on all fours to your longing outstretched arms, ask yourself is it worth it? What is the point caring for someone who could care less whether or not any oxygen is left in your air-sac? If he or she cared a hoot about you, may be he or she wouldn't have walked away in the first place. Icheoku asks you why wish you had married or marry someone who you love instead of marrying that person who loves you and in the process, you will be adored forever? Why mortgage your precious heart to some undeserving human specimen when you could have given it to someone that will protectively treasure the opportunity to be its custodian in perpetuity?
If the heart were a detachable object capable of being stowed away in some undisclosed location outside the body while still performing its life's sustaining function, many people would have since severed their hearts and deposited them accordingly. They would have since locked their hearts away in such high impregnable security vaults where no heart-breaker would ever reach or find them to smash. But unfortunately, the heart is alive and living; and this is the reason it beats. It beats because it is alive and it is alive because it is nurtured endlessly both with nutrition and love. The heart is very resilient and capable of withstanding high magnitude shocks, having developed strong shock absorbing capabilities over the many years of being exposed to rude spasmodic shocks frequently meted it by people who do not know how to handle such piece of fragility with the deserving measure of TLC required. Sometimes hearts are broken and even shattered; but the good news is that they heal.
Except for the Miss and Mr Havishams of this world, who irrationally find themselves trapped in a perpetual dreamland of euphoric proportion, wishing and hoping endlessly for that missed "ideal" suitor to come back, and who refuses to wake up from their hallucination until it practically becomes too late to distinguish the phantom from the reality, broken hearts do survive and even thrive after suffering some love trauma. Should the rest of the heart-broken of this world become Miss Havisham and fell on a sword of no more love just because one John Doe or Jane Doe toyed with their hearts and literally snuffed out their flame of passion? Icheoku says to do so would be overtly empowering the nemesis who plunged the dagger of Brutus disappointment into your loving chest cavity. Like the saying goes, the safest place for the ship is the harbor but the ship is not built for the harbor but the open seas; so venturing out in an adventurous journey of love is and should be the fastest panacea of mending a broken heart. Always see any disappointment as an opportunity to explore what other possibilities are out there since the ill-fated former love may have turned out to be your worst nightmare and God literally pushed him or her out of your way because He knows what is best for his children? Tell yourself that life happens, empower yourself, do not let any man or woman run or ruin your life; always assure yourself it was not worth it and then soldier on bravely to find what God had laid in store for you.
Except for the Miss and Mr Havishams of this world, who irrationally find themselves trapped in a perpetual dreamland of euphoric proportion, wishing and hoping endlessly for that missed "ideal" suitor to come back, and who refuses to wake up from their hallucination until it practically becomes too late to distinguish the phantom from the reality, broken hearts do survive and even thrive after suffering some love trauma. Should the rest of the heart-broken of this world become Miss Havisham and fell on a sword of no more love just because one John Doe or Jane Doe toyed with their hearts and literally snuffed out their flame of passion? Icheoku says to do so would be overtly empowering the nemesis who plunged the dagger of Brutus disappointment into your loving chest cavity. Like the saying goes, the safest place for the ship is the harbor but the ship is not built for the harbor but the open seas; so venturing out in an adventurous journey of love is and should be the fastest panacea of mending a broken heart. Always see any disappointment as an opportunity to explore what other possibilities are out there since the ill-fated former love may have turned out to be your worst nightmare and God literally pushed him or her out of your way because He knows what is best for his children? Tell yourself that life happens, empower yourself, do not let any man or woman run or ruin your life; always assure yourself it was not worth it and then soldier on bravely to find what God had laid in store for you.
If you are a potential candidate for safe-depositing your heart in the vault, Icheoku says not too fast as a better alternative do exist - it is called living to love again and loving to live again. Just dust yourself up, press the reset button and tell your nemesis to hell with you. Learn how to love to truly live again; the past is gone forever and so should their wishful thoughts and longing be swept away with it. Learn to appreciate the present as that is all we got since tomorrow is not guaranteed while the past is gone forever. Hearts are meant to be broken but whether we are able to gather the pieces and soldier on is what counts. This transition is life's watershed which any thinking adult should and must try to share in the experience during his or her lifetime otherwise how does anyone know what true love actually means?
That your heart was once or twice or thrice or countless number of times broken and ripped out should not stop you from loving again or peter to a stop your adventure in the land of Cupid. See those heart breakers of the past as those proverbial frogs that must be necessarily kissed before the emergence of the prince or princess. Whatever you do, do not allow your nemesis to win a permanent victory over your faith in loving humanity or force you into such a corner where you begin to see any other prospective and potential suitor in the light of the proverbial sighting of housefly after being stung by a bee. Pick up the ripped heart, pick their pieces where shattered and become a love novitiate, enroll yourself as a freshman student today of school of loving. There is no shame in having one's heart broken as millions have gone through the experience before you and millions more will follow suit. Icheoku affirms that you will become stronger and even better versed in the art of LOVE after several heart breaks. Just understand that love is the oxygen that drives humanity and a heart or soul without a parking space for love is forever ruined, sad and gloomy; irrespective of the masks of Zorro being put up as alone and happy. Unfortunately too there is no market where love is traded or sold and bought; admitted sex does not cost much any longer.
That your heart was once or twice or thrice or countless number of times broken and ripped out should not stop you from loving again or peter to a stop your adventure in the land of Cupid. See those heart breakers of the past as those proverbial frogs that must be necessarily kissed before the emergence of the prince or princess. Whatever you do, do not allow your nemesis to win a permanent victory over your faith in loving humanity or force you into such a corner where you begin to see any other prospective and potential suitor in the light of the proverbial sighting of housefly after being stung by a bee. Pick up the ripped heart, pick their pieces where shattered and become a love novitiate, enroll yourself as a freshman student today of school of loving. There is no shame in having one's heart broken as millions have gone through the experience before you and millions more will follow suit. Icheoku affirms that you will become stronger and even better versed in the art of LOVE after several heart breaks. Just understand that love is the oxygen that drives humanity and a heart or soul without a parking space for love is forever ruined, sad and gloomy; irrespective of the masks of Zorro being put up as alone and happy. Unfortunately too there is no market where love is traded or sold and bought; admitted sex does not cost much any longer.
A heart that is saturated with love really manifests in its possessor as a glowing face and body always Like the saying when it rains it pours, a heart filled with love knows no bounds in giving out joy and happiness. Life must go on and people do not stop loving just because hearts are accassionally broken. Road accidents happen yet people take to the roads. Airplanes crashes occur yet people take to the air; needless to talk about wars since the chances of being killed or death has never stopped or deterred people from going to wars. Icheoku says it is indeed self-pity to recoil into one's shell and become forlorn for love just because some undeserving person once whacked your heart. You cannot allow such a person a double victory - one of breaking your heart and two of stopping you from loving again. Be a winner for love today, make Cupid proud; get out and get adventurous or for lack of a better excuse, treat the last motherfucker as one of those several toads that needed to be kissed before you meet your Prince Charming or Princess Pretty, the Knight in shinning armor or the Lady in fine delicate and intricate outfit. Just put a tag of DEAD to the past and bury it; then engage your drive shaft in an over-drive for what could possibly be the best ride of your life with the lurking suitor. Good luck.
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