Broken Heart

I was seeing the movie “Theory of Everything” recently. Besides the superlative grit of Stephen Hawking, the one thing that caught my eye was the fire and passion in the eyes of Jane. The struggle that she would have gone through. Stephen Hawking has gotten immense praise for his work and intellect despite the obvious difficulties, but what we often forget are the loved ones who carry the weight of your cross across the finish line. 

Years ago, when I had read “Atlas Shrugged”, I was shaken to the core. Most of us are. There are several aspects to pick from that book, but let me pick one for tonight. The incident where Dagny Taggart wears the bracelet made by Rearden metal, choosing it from a lot of other sophisticated options. It’s that kind of unabashed love and passion, that drives great men. Rather, I must say, these moments, drive men to be great, beyond all that is fathomable.

How exhilarating and liberating it is to love someone with the full heart. No inhibitions, no limitations. Pure ecstasy. But whether you find and lose our Dagny’s, or don’t find them for a very long time, keep the hopes alive. That’s what will drive you. The hope of finding that true passion in someone’s eyes, the fire in someone’s heart to do something for you, to do anything for you. When you feel like fighting the whole world for that person.

Not all hearts are as brave as Dagny’s to love without remorse. Not all of us are Hank Reardens to deserve such Dagny’s either. Life’s immense complications and constraints often deprive you of feeling this love ever, or worse still, Life itself forces you to walk away from your love. The trouble with walking away is that, you will miss it… all your life. 

Loving and losing is not the difficult part. The trouble begins when you love, lose and never find it again. People often blame others to dwell in their past and ruin their future. I actually blame the future. Had the future been even decently comparable to the exciting past, why would anyone dwell in the past at all? Far too many of them imply that you should live in the present, but it’s all blah. I think they never had anything in their past worth dying for. Nonetheless, the only complain I make in this scenario is that when God strips you away of your love, he should at least have the decency of stripping away the memory of having it as well.  

Everything that is broken can be fixed. Even hearts. Someone who walked away, maybe really wouldn’t stay around if the going got tough. To wear the metal bracelet instead of a diamond one, takes a lot of integrity and faith. My suggestion is to keep the hope alive. Its tiring I know, its mentally and physically exhausting, but egg on. The beauty of the image above is that its difficult to say whether you are assembling the heart or breaking it. Life, more of less, will depend on what you want to do with it.

Keep the bracelet ready, the right hand is just around the corner, just don’t go trying it on every hand!!