Now, the world would have you believe that it’s the ones who live that you want to be with, but they’re wrong. It’s the ones who die that you want to hold onto, because you know they have a heart. Those who live may have hearts, at least at the beginning, but as they go about their lives and play their games with the world they give pieces of their hearts away. Of course, someone gets each piece, so you’d think that everything would be alright in the end. I give you a sliver of my heart; someone else gives me a sliver of their heart, etc.
But it’s not that simple. A heart is a complex thing which is more than just an organ that beats in your chest. It is both fire, and ice. It is like the heart of the sun- burning and burning but never going out. If you take a piece of that, the flames glow a bit dimmer. And dimmer. And dimmer. And no matter how many pieces you try to fit back in, it’s never the same.
You see, like the stars, every person’s heart is different, burns uniquely, and expands on its own. You can’t just take a piece of Betelgeuse, shove it into a dying star, and hope it keeps the fire going. Both flames would be gone before they even touched. That is why the people who live must be avoided.
But dying seems just as bad, so why would it be any better? No one ever dies without a reason- there is always some cause behind their passing. But that isn’t important, not really. What is really important is what happens afterwards. The light is beautiful.
Let us return once more to the stars and see if they can help explain this. To begin with, you need to look up pictures of a dying star. Really, go look them up right now. Google it. “Dying star” and enter. Good, now come back when you’ve perused enough pictures to get the idea.