Maybe hearts were never whole in the first place. Even for the enlightened ones maybe. Otherwise I think most of us, the normal sentient beings, came to life with our hearts already broken. Maybe a better way to describe it is that, we were given a broken heart to begin with. Every broken heart has a unique pattern, a unique signature, since it broke, there must be other pieces that it was originally whole with, lying somewhere, with someone else.
As we grow, we meet other people, who are also with a broken heart, unless they have already found their matching piece, forming an unbroken, whole heart. We become lovers and partners with people whom we feel our hearts touch, and we think, maybe this broken piece of my heart fits yours. But when it doesn't, it usually involves pain and hurt. Imagine forcing a puzzle into a void that does not match its edges.
But do people actually get to find the 'right' piece? Or are there some conforming, distorting going on most of the time? Maybe most of the time, as long as there is a 80-90% fit, it's a rare find already, and despite some discomfort, the two piece of broken heart come together and fit each other. Never mind the 10-20% of misfit, they bear with it and slowly this 90% fit melds into one whole heart, despite not a perfect one.
Then what happens when you stay single for too long? Maybe your piece of half-heart slowly mends itself, with the broken edges smoothening into a stump. And you start to believe that actually your heart is whole? Can that happen? Then how do you find another piece with edges you can cling on to? I hope all my friends find their other piece and never have to become a broken half of a heart again.
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