So, I've been thinking lately about hearts. And how people say the term "broken-heart" and how I don't like that term. To me, it sounds like a reference to glass, and I don't feel that works very well when connected to the word "heart" it just doesn't work for me.

Glass is a fragile, breakable, and cold thing. Its dead, never been alive, and just one swift hit, it can shatter. Sorry, I can't imagine a heart being anything like that.

I think a better analogy is a phoenix. I thought about it, and it goes like this:

The Phoenix is a gorgeous bird that dies in flames and reborn from its ashes. It's somewhat a great description of what a heart really is/can-be. When content, it can fly forever, singing and soaring above everything, occasional going higher because of someone or something that just makes life amazing, (IE: a best friend, friend, something stupid that just made you crack up, etc.) but every once in a while, something happens, and your heart drops, falls onto an island, or whatever speck of land is out there, can sit there, a weep, even when you can't. Sadness. But heres the thing, it still has its wings, and after a while, gets up and starts flying again.

Now....we have this other thing. Something great, beautiful, and disastrous under the wrong circumstances. And it can have you flying greater heights than before, gracefully spinning around like a military air show, always soaring higher and in perfect bliss till you reach the sky, the moon, the stars, sometimes further. But, it can't always last.

Something can happen, old age, an accident, shock that triggers cardiac arrest, but the bird begins to die. So it lays down, and small flames will start to burst out in his plumage. Now, at first these flames are small, and can be put out, with allot of effort, but it can be done. But if nothing is done, or if it just happens to fast, it burns alive. Screams in agony, and keeps burning till there's nothing but scorched ashes. That's when love destroys you.

But, there's another MAJOR reason why I think that a Phoenix is the analogy for a broken heart. Because, when it dies, something amazing happens. Out of a mountain of ashes, new life appears. Young, blind, cold, but alive, very very alive. This rebirth is perfect to the heart, a new life can always rise from the ashes, and in time grow back to its exact former glory, and new life will ALWAYS grow back. Just make sure you take the time to look.

Yes, it is a cycle. But, like a planetary alignment, a rare thing occurs, you find someone, someone amazing(even maybe not that amazing) and they break this cycle. Make it so your heart doesn't have to burn in poetic justice, they simply fly with you.

Now there is always exceptions, but as a general, I like this analogy. It works for me, just thought I would share it.