This Year's Most Open Heartbreak

At the precipice of maturity much has been revealed to me, as has to my peers. No longer do we cloud vision with folly as an excuse to recoil from the swell of life bearing down on us. Yet, still I find myself concerned more deeply with what remains a mystery, particularly that of romantic notions. Some recognize affection on a chemical basis while others focus on it strictly as a psychological function, but I am less concerned with its mechanisms and rather its implications on humanity. To find oneself caught in the tumult of adoration is not foreign to most individuals, but the obedience with which we carry ourselves is truly remarkable. As if we are puppets on string.

Secondary school is home to blossoming lust and love. It is in this environment that first romances are born and as a people we learn what it is to crave intimacy with another. Still we are foolish and oft we find that what we had was only a hollow imitation of that fairytale infatuation. Obsequious. Blunt. Evasive. But somehow we blind ourselves to the faults of our romantic camaraderie, trying to recall better instances that provide vague meaning. Meanwhile, others wield emotion in weaponry fashion as a method of acquisition.

Foolhardy children we are. Searching for emotional fixes, open to all who would entertain our sentiment. But are we so culpable in our misplaced affection? Love’s ubiquity makes victims of us all eventually. No, it is falsified emotions and corrupt honesty that traps our hearts in cages. Deceitful, wicked, unknowable, the heart itself is guilty of betrayal. Where some let their guards down, others seek refuge and despoil. And how can our hedonistic generation be expected to respect and value the emotional well being of others when the only models laid before us depict families built around vapid narcissism? Ambivalence is the most dangerous of all emotions and it has infiltrated the very air we breathe.

Still, resigned indifference is equally reprehensible. Few commit themselves to realizing the full potential of romance. Most wander haphazardly into auspicious situations. So perhaps the affliction of love is merited. Frivolous and sophomoric, we expect the fruition of our goals instantaneously and when we find unfavorable outcomes disappointment prevails. Rather, romance is sustained through mutual dedication. No measure of infatuation or materialism or heartbreak can replace the machinery of relationships. Know that feelings fade, people fail. And love is the only rational act.

This Year's Most Open Heartbreak


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