Thunderstorm Burns

I know I will be writing more about this, but for right now what I have to say is shorter and not especially profound. It is more problematic I believe.
It is easy to hear, to speak, to believe words like, "Just take it a day at a time," or "Life goes on." It ought to make sense to just move on from something, to shake off a memory, to shrug something away. But somehow I believe that doing that is to lose entirely what it means to be human. I am a man, a boy, a fool covered in his own mistakes, defined by his scars. And that is not special. It is not unique, as we would be so happy to believe. It is nothing unusual to be a fool. It is not a novel idea to announce yourself as being stupid. And neither is it an excuse. I am not less broken by pointing out I am indeed broken. So what of it? Why is it that when we open up to those near and, when we put ourselves into it,  far away when we will inevitably hurt them and be hurt by them? It will happen. No amount of romanticism or honeymooning the idea will last long enough to keep us from eventually tearing through a heart with the sharp steel of words or a cold action, and so often it is both. But life goes on, they say. Forgive and move on. Give yourself without restraint because that's what's good. Man was not meant to be alone. Indeed, but man was not meant to destroy everything he loved. Men were not made to snarl at the woman they swore to protect for eternity, not made to do push away those they love. So I suppose this post is a question I've been thinking on for quite a while, or maybe a few questions. It is not me doubting anything massive, only trying to make sense of what is. Why is it good to lose pieces of yourself to those who you know are leaving, to ridiculous, kind, and patient people you will never see again? Why do we get close when hurt is what inevitably comes of it? Do we shut our eyes, hold hands, and say that love will find a way? How can we trust ourselves enough to love like we ought?
Our lives are hurricanes, are screaming thunderstorms of tears and joys that don't mingle together nicely. They break each other. They strike, lightning bolt against lightning bolt, and the sparks come raining down, burning dark gaps into the bright earth of our world.