The Heartbreak

Good day to all. Today, this fool got an unrequested urge to write—because of an epiphany that arrived just minutes ago.

It happened while I was scrolling through an Instagram reel. The reel explored the idea that heartbreak makes people more creative, more poetic—using the movie Rockstar as its proof. Two people in the reel: one playing a melody on a guitar, the other speaking in a deep voice about how heartbreak makes people more determined… more driven… more serious about their life goals… their dream.

And there I was—outside that digital window held in my hand—this curious fool thinking: This feels familiar.

But then another thought struck me: I’ve never been in love with someone… so how can my heart break?

I was curious to my core.

“How can I relate to this word so much, yet have no memory of living it?”

With not-so-trembling hands, I woke up my phone (as if it wasn’t already awake), and searched:

“What are the causes of heartbreak?”

And oh… I learned something new.

Let me ask you, my listeners (readers): have you heard about Broken Heart Syndrome?

Yes—this sorcerer who performs the magic of life has given heartbreak a name.

Here’s the quick summary that this fool gathered while reading those pages of medical grimoire:

Common causes of heartbreak:

• Romantic disruption: breakups, unrequited love, divorce, infidelity.
• Grief and loss: the death of a loved one (partner, family member, friend… even a pet).
• Acute stressful events: terrible news, accidents, being a victim of a crime.
• Physical stressors: intense pain, surgery, severe illness.
• Positive but intense stress: sudden joy or shock (yes, even that).
• Other life shifts: losing a job, losing a home, watching a loved one’s health decline.

And while reading… this fool realised something quietly painful:

I have been heartbroken countless times.

You might not believe me, but I have felt this feeling every time I’ve written these blog posts. I’m literally breaking my heart (and maybe my soul) to give you these tiny gems—and still, none of you comment.

Ouch.

But jokes aside—I do have vivid memories of heartbreak, even if I didn’t call it that back then.

I remember one clearly.

It was May—two or three years ago—my last day of college. The last paper of the last semester had just ended. I packed my bag, walked down the stairs, reunited with my friend, and we were discussing the exam as if it were the most important thing in the universe.

As we were about to cross the main gate… the feeling struck out of nowhere.

Shortness of breath. An irregular heartbeat. A heaviness that didn’t have words. At that time, I didn’t know what it was.

Well, now I know what I might call it.

Tonight, this fool has quenched his curiosity. Tonight, I can sleep in peace.

This was my story of heartbreak.

Now I’m curious to read yours.

Share it in the comments—or DM me on Instagram: @the_fools_inquiry.

Good night, my listeners (readers).

Stay curious.