The Heart as Metaphor

Hearts make no sense, because their not the metaphors we make them out to be. They pump blood, and fuel our mad desires..literally. Problems arise when we loan them out to our neighboring humans; let them take them for a test drive, rent them out for a long weekend, and subsequently abuse them in a variety of ways. It’s the price you pay for being too lenient with your emotions; the potentiality of hurt, heartache, disappointment, and subsequent melancholy. Part of us never wants to learn the lesson, because it makes us feel truly alive. These moments where we toe the line of disaster, rend ourselves open in vulnerability, it is these moments that are fleeting euphoria....we want and expect the hurt. It is only when chance allows for cataclysm to be averted, then confusion sets in. We play the dummy parts, always expecting the pain, yet we’re rewarded with pleasure instead—what to do now? Typically, we fall into the rote patterns, attempting to evoke response, fanning the flames of disaster; we want this to be exciting, we’re expecting the gorey pain of heartache(stop disappointing!). Welcome to life before marriage; a Russian Roulette of hearts.