Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-02-18
BY Beatrice Fairfax

Broken hearts"-so called-are an
actual insult TO the intelligence. OF
course. there really is no such thing
as a broken heart, but the world is
pathetically full of boys and girls land
even grown men and women) who
imagine that since lover has proven
false, life has nothing to offer.
In the first place TO let the disloy-
atty or fickleness of any one man or
woman mar your life is definitely to
acknowledge yourself inferior to that
man or woman since you are weak
enough to depend upon him or her for
your life and joy.
Even il a lover proves false, that
does not mean that there is no such
thing in this world as true love. One.
two or even three unfortunate exper-
fences offer no basis for generalities.
Most of us get fairly nearly what we
deserve. and whenever We actually
merit loyalty and devotion We will get
it,
So then you who think you have
pie truths for you. First, your heart
is only damaged and time will heal it.
Second, devoting your entire attention
to the wound will not accelerate its
mending. If you think love has failed
you. why honor the traitor with your
undivided attention? Suppose you
serenely turn your back upon unkind
love and give your attention to work.
Waste emotion applies to any situa-
tion which is in itself Interchangeable
and on which you eXpend useless long
ing and desire. There is nothing prac-
teal about hitching your wagon to 4
star unless you have attainable goals
in view on your way starward.
Suppose you yearn to travel and see
the world. If you simply clamor and
desire, unhappily and uselessly, for
world tours which you know in your
heart of hearts you never can realize,
you are wasting yourself and are all
too likely to neglect things near at
hand that need and claim you.
But if you put aside each week fifty
cents or a dollar, or whatever your
means permit, and determine that some
day you will see as much of this beauti-
full world as your little fund puts with
in your reach, then your emotion is not
a waste one.
No emotion need be waste IL you
have brains enough and grit enough
to turn it into thing of constructive
force. Even a so-called broken heart,
as we have seen, may become the inn
petus to work.
Suppose you long to become a great
opera singer and have absolutely not
the voice with which to realize your
desire. You can make all your life
miserable because what you want is
not in your power to attain or you can
bravely face facts and work out your
salvation along lines of possibility.
1t Rests With Yourself
There are in New York and in all
big cities dozens and dozens of young
people who long to become moving pic
ture actors or actresses and have no
requisite for success in this line.
Why be poor bank clerk in spite of
your equipment of "a head for figures. ."
merely because in that head there buz-
zes a little bee of desire to become the
pictured hero of millions?
What practical value is there in
dreaming about the thing you would
like to do and can't when before you
lies a world of opportunity along the
line of your fitness to do things?
All waste seems to me to be an at
tempt to beat nature at her own game.
She smiles at you derisively and re-
fuses to let you succeed. In nature
there is no waste. And the energy you
expend on a thing you cannot have is
stolen from your potentiality to do
other things. 1t actually takes away
from your ability to be successful