As a young woman in my early twenties, I find it interesting that I am expected to act and feel a certain way about things. I once had a friend who'd had her heart broken by a boyfriend who said he loved her, but he would always do things to hurt her. Through all these trials she faced she still kept onto this hope. Kept onto the concept that one day, she and her husband, whomever he might be, will be together with the white picket fence and the 2.5 kids in the yard. I must commend her, because if used the right way, faith can be one hell of a thing.
We often hold onto things, or people whom we love because the fear of loosing them is what keeps us holding on. The child and its blanket that he uses for comfort, for security. The parents clenching onto the hope that their drug addicted son will eventually get clean. The young girl holding onto the idea that her cheating boyfriend loves her. We hold onto these things out of fear that one day they'll come around; or the idea that we'll eventually be able to let go. We hold onto these things because we are incarcerated within our own fear. We've become so accustom to living life with this ever present thing or person in our life that the concept of it no longer being there can be too much to bare.
The tears flow like the Nile down a child's face if that blanket cannot be found. The addicts parents lives become a puzzle with a missing piece if they should have to burry their child. The young girl has lost herself if she looses her boyfriend.
So we keep these things in our lives to provide us with the comfort we think we need to go on. Regardless of how infecting, or not, these things can be. These posessions bring us to a calm. We find solace in them. The hardships that we face in life just become that much easier to bare.
So is holding onto a "Happily Ever After" a security blanket for the broken heart?
