“What’s it mean when somebodies heart is broken?” – Curly.T

Trying to explain what it means to have a broken heart to a child is extremely difficult. They think of it like a broken bone, something that you can see and mend…however in reality broken hearts are hidden within us, beneath our outer shells.

Sure, some of us have hearts that aren’t very strong, or don’t work they way they should…but we don’t say our hearts our broken when they’re off beat or they burst out of control. We say they’re under attack.

Until today, I never realized how we view our hearts. When I think of my heart, I think of a vessel pumping in my chest but I also think of the vast emotions that I feel and the memories associated with them. I wonder why our hearts feel as though they clench whenever we’re in pain? Or why they race rapidly when we’re nervous, or why our hearts flutter whenever we’re in love?

I don’t think a broken heart can be properly explained. It is one of those things that you have to feel to actually understand…and for the little girl who asked, I hope she doesn’t feel that sort of pain for a very, very long time…even though it is a necessary feeling that we all need in order to grow.

–R.

As I Sit Amongst My Peers: 9/11

As I sit amongst my peers, I remain silent. My eyes wander aimlessly. I find myself staring at the neatly written words at the top of the board: that was when I was reminded. Today is 9/11.

                When the events happened 12 years ago I was too young to understand. Still I do my best to be respectful of those who lost their lives in that tragedy.

                I then find myself, thinking about life itself, and how fragile it can be. My thoughts bounce back and forth: do I fear death? No. Am I afraid of anything…? I used to be. As time passes, I simply wonder about many things. Why did they put up new buildings at ground zero? Are those buildings being used? Does anyone despise them? How did it feel knowing you’d never see your loved ones again…I knew how it felt, losing many loved ones recently that summer, but I wasn’t close with them. What would I do if I lost someone so dear to me? Honestly, I don’t know.

                I’m not an American, nor was I old enough to remember the events of 9/11…but for all of those who suffered from this tragic event, I wish you peace and I am very sorry for what happened.

                Personally, I believe these new buildings represent bravery, from overcoming a large obstacle, as well as closure for those who had lost someone, and most of all these buildings represent a new beginning.

                Well…that’s all. I just thought I’d share that today.

Till next time,

Orion.