With tears streaming down my face and sobs and wails erupting from deep with-in me, I understand. I understand about love and why we love and why we must keep our hearts open in order to love again. This, I learn from a children's book. How could a lesson of this magnitude be written and understood for children? Why not? I would most certainly want my child to understand the meaning of love. And here am I, 27, and re-learning what it's all about.
Keep your heart open and never give up hope that there is someone out there to love and love you in return. Of course this could only effect me in such a manner b/c I am a lover of a certain stuffed animal that has always accompanied me, and of course I am nursing a broken heart.
I felt just like this character in this story b/c he was so heartbroken he didn't see the point in loving again; it just hurt too much when it was over. The words I read were never more true, never more meaningful, and I don't believe I would have ever truly understood them until today. The voice of reason coursed through him, just like those around me and as badly as you want to give up and resign to being alone, you must break through and open up again. We, as God's creation, are designed for love. We need it and yearn for it. Of course it is painful when we must let it go, but we shall find it again. And think about it, we always do.
I can't lie, I have always loved again and I have been loved as well. It's not just in the manner of boy/girl love either, it is all manners of love. The love of an understanding friend, a surrogate mother, an animal... Love is all around us and it's important not to let it go. It may be our duty to lift someone else up one day and remind them what love is all about, or maybe someone will remind us. I haven't cried these kind of tears in awhile, and it felt good, refreshing, cathartic. Yet, now I must re-open what I hoped would remain closed for awhile, my heart. I had even closed myself to my own pet rabbit (if that's not a dark heart I don't know what is.) Needless to say, as sad and lovely as this storybook was, it helped me to understand the true meaning of love and the important responsibility behind it. It should never be a fleeting word or emotion, but one to be savored and relished.
I can only pray and hope to continue to keep my heart open to love of all kinds and to let it flow out generously.
The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by: Kate DiCamillo
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