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The Lended Heart

The Lonely heart

By Zachary SolomonPublished 12 months ago 4 min read
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The Lended Heart
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The heart wants what it wants, we have all heard this at some point in our lives. It causes us to be confused at times and clouds our judgement at times. We lend our hearts to those we deem worthy and in some cases that trust of lending never really works in our favors as we treat our hearts as if they are the most fragile of things. We the owners of those hearts care more for our own then another would care. This leaves our hearts battered and broken. We try to mend them using all that we can, but in the end our hearts were broken, not just once but repeatedly causing us to be more reticent in lending them to others as we fear they to use them for their own advantage to leaving gave us battered and broken. Only for them to ask why we no longer care or show them the love we once had and how the most vibrant of us have had their light muted to a dull gray.

Life is long and yet it is short. We attempt to share ourselves as much as we can, which is why we are social creatures, but in the end, we are driven by our desires. This leads us to use one another to attain something. Whether it be money, love, attention, or even power, it all becomes hollow and we repeat the process of lending our hearts and then corrupting our intentions with benefits that are of a selfish nature then ask ourselves why… why have I experienced this heartbreak or why am I alone at the end.

Slowly but surely accountability for one’s habits has vanished and passing the buck to another has become a new practice. Just like how we used to focus on the differences between the hearts shared by the wrapper that they come in. Then we changed and exclusion started to disappear, but now it’s back again, where the hearts we share are now labeled in ways that hinder and harm. In ways that divide and breed hate. When the act of lending our hearts was done with pure intention now it’s about the price that one must pay.

For me, this has resulted in an ethos when lending my heart which is that “Everything has a price for admission”. No interaction nowadays is pure with intention, it’s a subtle mentality of what “is my goal with this person”. The act of lending a heart then loses its meaning and it becomes easier as there is no more meaningful meaning behind the act.

Many people have said that there is someone out there for everyone,. That may be true, but the process we once followed now no longer works as even the existence of the owner of the lended heart is now equated to what can you provide when I can do the same for myself. How can I validate your lended heart when you physically or financially cannot provide me with what I seek. Thus the lended heart is even more battered and broken. To weigh the heart of another that tries to seek that connection and to sully it with malicious intent over unreal expectations and perspectives that are morally wrong leads us further away from kind intentions that can benefit each other.

We no longer attach kindness to our actions, we no longer lend our hearts to each other completely as it goes against the benefits of the self as pain is to be avoided and accountability is lost and the buck is passed for another to deal with it, but then the buck is passed again and again for “others to deal with the issue”. This results in further straying away from where we should be to show our intentions with pure thought without selfishness, but this is against our inherent nature.

A nature of curiosity and connection, linking by lending in attempts to understand the world around us. Just like the child-like wonder we once had. The curiosity to dream and explore. To think outside of the box and to struggle and grow, but now as we age we lose the youthful naïveté only to have corrupted intentions that diminish our nature and cause us to reject fact and insert fiction as it’s more palatable. Even rejecting our past so a false future with no foundations can grow and then later crumble.

The lessons that stick with us the most are the ones that are the most painful. Whether it be physical or mental pain we learn those lessons and attempt to not repeat them, but how can we follow this process if we deny the past and try to attempt to move on when all we can deal with are still the issues of the past which destroys the foundations that which we built upon the hollowed ground.

We have lost our way and have become the sheep that has strayed away from the shepherd. The darkness of the night has us surrounded and malicious intentions abound, so when we lend our hearts in this darkened night there is no protection or warmth. All there is a lonely heart that is battered and corrupted by the dark.

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Zachary Solomon

Ever since I was little I have always had a strange attraction to crafted stories or thought pieces and developed a small talent in telling or writing. I truly love writing and want to share what comes out of my head.

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