Have you ever felt a heart blow up?

Have you ever felt a heart blow up? With joy or with sadness, doesn’t matter. Although its never these alone. They have best friends. Joy’s best friend is excitement. And Sadness usually rolls with Jolt or Shock. At least that’s the default setting. It is with time, that people are able to create doors that are strong enough to ask these feelings to leave their best friends outside before they are allowed to enter your peaceful mind. That is what we as humans call maturity. When you can associate Joy with a solemn warmth and ease and Sadness with a somber gloom that fades as it evaporates over the time. That’s why you don’t hear hearts blow up on people who have lived a while. No. You only hear them with younglings. That rebellion? That rage? That screeching perpetual scream in their voice? That is their heart blowing up.

But they repair. No worries on that end. One can’t simply guard their younger self from harm. Its like a rite of passage. Being hurt. Loosing people. In the grander scheme of things, it is called getting used to time. These events are all characteristics of time passing. Sooner or later, you have to learn to assist time in these activities to prove to Time that you are capable enough of taking up this responsibility yourself. Cutting out people. Moving on from losses. They are not necessarily bad things. Sure, they make our heart blow up, but on zooming out on our life’s timeline, you will see how these losses you face in the early hours of our life are small. Easy. Nothing compared to the losses you are going to face a few hours past these losses. Permanent losses. Which no Cellphone, no amount of new friends, of new experiences will be able to fill. Time isn’t hurting you. It is saving you from the burn of the hurt you are yet to feel. Cherish your hurt, cherish the arrhythmia cased by your first love leaving, savor the tears caused by the betrayal of your best friend. They teach you how to dictate admission terms to your feelings later on in life. When you have 5 +1 things to take care of while reeling from a loss. When Time will expect you to heal on yourself.

This begs the question, why does our contemporary literature and understanding adds so much consequence to these early hour hurts? Why are are promoting a culture where in the name of acknowledgement, we are letting our next become so weak that they seek people to fix them, that they seek things to fix themselves? That they embed this hurt on the pious cornerstone of their being? We are effectively making them mentally unwell on the pretext of mental health. And while some do flow in this direction, they do so on an extreme scale wherein they forget acknowledgement. Both cases have repercussions lasting decades, if not generations.

So then? Listen to your young one’s heart blow up. Mourn with him or her. This young one can be your brother, your son, your daughter, or just a young kid sitting on a flight of stairs desperately praying for direction, the lack of which is making him feel like he is going to drown. Understand that sometimes its not just pain, its happiness too that disorients a young mind. Reason why social media is so addictive. Do not be a party to their revelry or mourning, rather help them create a process where they understand the meaning of the feeling and are able to gather the tools to administer these feelings in a safe way, while not interrupting the flow of emotions. No that would make them emotionally impotent. We already have our fair share of people in that category. What we need is reflection of a modern stoic in the mind of a young traveler trying to navigate uncharted time. Because time is not a construct of measure, it is a conduit of energy reverberating and proving its existence via events. May God bless our young blood with the comprehension of self that is required to endure time.

Thank You.

Nishant Gupta.