Having a broken heart in old-time Phoenix


I worry about people who have never had a broken heart, the way that I worry about people who've never broken a leg, or an arm. In a longish life, I've had all of these things broken, and while I would never wish it on anyone, I know that people who have never experienced it can never really understand. And those who have can either be totally broken themselves, or they can come back stronger, and more importantly, more understanding.

When I look at my collection of photos of old-time Phoenix, and focus on the people, I wonder about them. Were they happy? Were they sad? I suppose a mix of both, just like today, and how it's always been. And yes, I know that a woman's heart is a deep well, but it's true of us men, too. We just don't admit it (unless you caught me admitting it here on this blog post!).

There are so many things that can break a heart - it could be a failed romance, or it could be the death of a loved one, the list is as varied as the people whose hearts' ache. The cold, cruel world just keeps marching along, and time goes by.

Time is, of course, the great healer, and a hundred years from now will it all matter? Will anyone think about it? Chances are slim, but it's possible.

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