The Anatomy Of A Human Heart

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Science textbooks always taught us that the function of a human heart is to pump blood throughout our body: pulsating, gushing through our veins, in order to keep us alive; making it an essential, strong organ.

Concurrently, the human heart is so gullible, it’s almost laughable. The flow of emotions instead of blood can make you give the most trivial things an intrinsic value and have you question your existence: the very thing that keeps you alive; because doesn’t what makes us stronger, makes us weak too?

By deprecating our heart despite being the smartest species, we choose to relapse into the appeal of romanticizing and becoming martyrs in the name of love; but despite my constant attempts at being an outlier, I am no exception to this.

Growing up, romanticizing self sacrifice appealed to me in ways I can’t comprehend now. Sometimes it gratified my urge to be the bigger person: to be the one who gives up more and who indeed loves more; because only then you can claim your unrequited love, the love that solely belongs to you.

I guess the urge of being an outlier began at the age of twelve when I played cupid for my best friend who I was head over heels for, to be with the girl he liked: my other best friend; after all, the idea of the sacrifice of a love-stricken martyr who doesn’t claim her love for the greater good and happiness of the other sounds enticing.

Sounds heartbreaking? So I’ve been told. Once you begin to romanticize your heartbreak, there’s no going back. The idea of the love of your life seeing through your countless selfless acts and falling for you? Talk about being fictitious.

But as piteous as it is, there’s courage in living a life where you keep sacrificing, time and again.

There’s courage in surrendering to your heart, because at the end of the day, the heart wants what it wants.

Ananya Sharma

SY.BSc Economics

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