Broken things

I spent most part of this last month wearing a cast. The story is simple, I fell from my bike and I broke my left wrist, but the lesson behind it is powerful. 

Breaking a bone is painful. At first, you don't even realize its broken, but once the pain kicks in it's close to unbearable. It gets all swollen so everyone can see it, and any movement can get you to tears because of the pain. Then you get a cast for it to heal, rendering the broken part useless for at least a month. The first days you're so tired that you fall asleep as soon as you hit the pillow, and you'd actually sleep the whole day long. You feel useless and vulnerable. After some days you find yourself unable to fall asleep because you feel uncomfortable and you start wondering how much longer you'll have to wear the cast, until the broken bone starts hurting again to remind you that it still exists and it is still healing. Then, finally arrives the day when you get your cast off. And your arm or your leg is all dirty and skinny, and it looks like a poor little thing. And you try to move it as before and you just can't. You get frustrated, and you start to understand that healing is a long process. Then you start the physio and, even if it hurts, it makes you feel alive, it makes you see some progress. And after some months your arm is better than new. 

As it happens, it's the same with broken hearts. At first you don't even realize it's broken, then you hide it away so it can heal by its own. And after some time you've to take it back out to the world so it can exercise and get even stronger than before.