As I concluded my work out for the day, I stayed long enough to watch the sunset. I contemplated the complexity of life. Or, perhaps our lives only seem complex because of our own convoluted and confusing rules we made for ourselves. Or maybe we are still, as a society and a culture, unable to handle our own deep and layered emotional capacities. But, inherent to understanding emotions is first understanding that emotions are irrational; my heart is broken, yet it is still so full of love (CSH, I hope you will understand one day that I’ve never felt a love like this for any other person).
That is not to say I don’t love others. But, my heart is broken, and I don’t know how much more it can handle. Why do we make things so much more complex than necessary?