Monday, 18 November 2013

Hearts Beat the Dealer

Have you ever had your heart broken? I have, plenty. My heart has felt so broken I've questioned whether or not it could be fixed.  I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. Maybe too much thought processing. In fact, I've felt pretty darn close to smashing the mirror of self reflection. I found myself wondering why I have felt broken hearted so often. Does that make me a chump? Do I set myself up for disappointment? Am I too open? Am I naive?  When I love, I love hard. When I love, I am in it for the long haul. If my heart loves you, you will stay there forever.  And then my mind stopped me dead in my tracks today.  Is it time to stop loving? Is that the only way to mend a broken heart? Do you have to close and lock your heart in order to protect it?  My observation, my heart beats so I can love. Conclusion, as long as my heart beats I will choose love.
When I had my son, I thought my heart may explode. But it didn't. I am amazed at the amount of love my heart is capable of handling.  Love is lifes fertilizer. Love grows. I realized today that my heart just keeps growing...and growing. It has never diminished in size...even when I have felt heartbroken. I am proud of my heart...for refusing to shrink. My heart has decided to love anyway...even when it is broken. You see, the only way to heal our hearts is with love. Did you get that?  The only way to heal our broken hearts is to LOVE. And I know from experience, the more you love, the faster the heart mends.  Sometimes it is very difficult to love someone who has broken your heart. It takes time. But our hearts can function while they are healing, just as we can.
I have decided that I am going to keep loving anyway. I know the stakes are high. I am very aware of the risks, the odds. I've never been much of a gambler but I decided today, I'm all in.

1 comment:

  1. What a great post. I've never really thought of it that way. I agree, that in giving (or in this case loving) you get in return. Totally true. Awesome stuff. Kudos.