The Endless Ache

This is something I wrote earlier this year, but I haven't posted on this blog yet! More to come soon, I have many thoughts of late.

We’re always chasing someone, even if we don’t know who they are.
Does it feel better to have your heart to ache over someone, or is it better when it aches for no one? I wonder that on days like this when my heart aches for no one. I wonder if it was better when it ached for someone. I think that this might be the downfall of many people in many situations. We’re just constantly looking for someone to ache for, because it seems more meaningful than aching for no one. I guess you might call that desperation. And maybe after that ache for the unknown fades, maybe that’s the only time when we're ready to find someone to ache for. I guess someone who won't make us ache. But it always aches doesn’t it? Even when we’re happy, happiness aches too. Like when you laugh too much it makes your stomach muscles ache, or smile too much it makes your face muscles ache. And the happiness makes your heart muscles ache, but a good kind of ache. Perhaps our hearts are always aching. Perhaps it’s part of the human condition, the perpetual aching of the heart.