Why would anyone be grateful for heartache? Why would anyone be grateful for that sadness that splits the chest open and makes the heart break? Why do we hurt in our physical hearts when our emotional hearts are broken? Isn’t it weird (and sad) that it really is possible to die of a broken heart, broken heart syndrome?
Why is there so much brokenness in the world? How many of us are the feeling loss of someone we love who loved us, or rejection by people who never did love us, or disgust by people who think they know us and think badly of us, or ‘hate’ from someone else at any given time?
How many people feel truly seen and known and loved? How many people endure bullying throughout childhood (and, sometimes adulthood)? We have all felt this pain at one time or another, have we not?
I hope for all of us that our days of knowing we are loved are many more than our days without love. I am grateful for heartache, in a global sort of way, because it brings perspective and it allows me to appreciate those who love me. I do not ever enjoy the pain that comes with being on the wrong end of loss of those who love me or the nastiness some people dish out so well. But, it serves as a reminder that we are all in pain at one time or another, and in one way or another. Sometimes those who are the best at causing hurt are the ones who are hurting the most.