Insignificant Bastards

It’s always in every human’s nature to see himself / herself as the most important being on the planet. We all do it, no matter how old or mature we get, the “I” is “number I”.

I seem to think highly of myself but there are those days, where I decide that the i isn’t capitalized and it is insignificant. Don’t get me wrong it is not a self-esteem issue; it’s more of a “look at the greater picture” or “could’ve been worse” kind of thing. Come to think about it, it could have been worse!

According to the World Wide Web, there are 6,989,804,337 people populating this earth up to second. If each one has a billion problems can we do the math? Some people are worse off of course. There are starving children, abused mothers, raped girls, drug addicts, wrongfully accused and heartbroken people all over the world. But who gets to decide who’s got it bad?

Today I am letting the I step aside for an i and think about the bigger picture. Its also the day I decide not to complain about it to people with bigger problems cause that’s just insensitive. So I’ll just write about it.

Heart Break

Many unforeseen events can cause a heart to break or explode. Not a bullet through the heart but other "non-tangible" knives to the heart. Unfortunately it is commonly known that heartbreak comes from HIM or HER.

Today, I suffer from a broken heart but HE did not break it nor did she. Today it just broke itself. Maybe i just fail to distingish the difference between heartache and heart break but it is all just pain.

Apart from the sudden "bullet to the heart" that tears the heart apart, I came up with a new theory: the heart it’s frozen, making it more fragile to break to the touch. It may be the cleanest way of a heart break, or cutting through a piece of muscle that strong, or the least painful and mostly numb, but it still breaks the heart.

If you can still feel your heart, go ahead and duck tape it back together.