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Is a broken heart the price one pays for being human?
Have I been able to comfort myself when my heart was broken so that I would not be afraid to open my heart to love again? How did I do that?
What has a broken heart taught me about myself so that I am a better person than I would have been had I not experienced that loss?
What has a broken heart taught me about others?
What do I allow to stand between me and accepting love fully from others? Why?
What part did I play in the circumstances that caused my heart to break the last time it was broken? Why?
If my heart has been broken many times, is there something I have failed to learn from the experience that makes me unnecessarily vulnerable again and again?
If I have carefully wrapped my heart in "hobbies and little luxuries" as a way to avoid entanglements so that it will not be broken, is that security worth the price of the love I might have had instead if I had worked toward a satisfying relationship with someone?
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