Sometimes we love what we cannot have. It’s as simple as that. And yet, the longing continues, causing our suffering.
Doesn’t matter if the loved one is unavailable, doesn’t love us, or has passed on. The wish to resurrect the relationship someway, somehow can be overwhelming.
Unrequited love hurts and haunts.
Hope lifts you for a while but can hinder healing.
If you’ve been through a painful breakup, you might remain bitter, forgetting all the good parts of the story that proceeded its sad ending.
Amnesia blinds a broken heart.
A broken heart focuses on the end of the love story, whether through physical parting or death.
We scrutinize the last days and hours. The pain our loved one endured. What we failed to do or say. Our hurtful words. Missed chances. Regret looms.
This is a natural response to heartbreak, of course, maybe even necessary.
If we stay too long in those final days, we become blinded to what came before. Instead of reliving the moments of joy and connection, The End overpowers us.
In the face of loss, we remain broken if we do not open our hearts to new love experiences. This might mean dating again, forging new friendships, or finding a surrogate (not a replacement) for the lost love.
The key to moving on, we are told, is simple:
Acceptance that we cannot change others.
Acceptance that someone may not love us they way we love them.
Acceptance that we cannot write the script for the Universe.
Acceptance that some things will never be as we wish.
Acceptance that all relationships will eventually end.
The answer may be “simple”, but the journey is long and and bumpy. Maybe even a life’s work.
The poets and philosophers have pondered this arduous path for millennia. When my heart is aching for what I cannot have, I find solace in the writings of Greek stoic, Epictetus. (50-135 CE)
When you are delighted with anything, be delighted as with a thing which is not one of those which cannot be taken away, but as something of such a kind, as an earthen pot is, or a glass cup, that, when it has been broken, you may remember what it was and may not be troubled… What you love is nothing of your own: it has been given to you for the present, not that it should not be taken from you, nor has it been given to you for all time, but as a fig is given to you or a bunch of grapes at the appointed season of the year. But if you wish for these things in winter, you are a fool. So if you wish for your son or friend when it is not allowed to you, you must know that you are wishing for a fig in winter.