A piece I penned to encourage a friend who just endured heartbreak. Your opinions are welcome.
Hearts
Hearts are chunks of perfect beauty we all carry within us. These little sparks are proof positive of a blissful joy beyond understanding. So powerful it trancends our earthly senses and points to a metaphyscial reality that rings true in our souls.
Though unseen, we do catch glimpeses of it's effects in our lives. Like a new born baby, young hearts have a pure glow to them you can actually smell. Like a giant bag of rainbow cotton candy but without that sticky sweetness getting all over your face and fingers. A naive innocence so absolute we pass laws to make destroying such a wonderous thing the most heinous crime. But hearts are made to be broken.
Now fixing a broken heart is a dirty job to be sure. It can seem impossibly daunting when you see the countless twisted shards strewn across the floor like shrapnel. Your hands will get bloody from the sharp edges of raw emotions cutting into your fingers. You'll suffer setbacks of missing pieces and ones that don't seem to fit anywhere. Even when you finally finish putting all the pieces of the puzzle back together there'll be veins scarring a once clear and seamless surface like cancerous fingers gripping your heart and refusing to let go.
Here is the part where so many of us go wrong. In the name of safety and a misled effort to avoid the same tragedy again we lock our heart away in a dungeon. Caged up like a criminal, as if to say it was at fault. Too open, too accepting, too trusting. Instead of leaving it in the dark and dank recesses of our souls it should be put on display. Wear your heart on your sleeve like a badge of honour.
Sure, in the light of day it won't shine quite the same. So what! That old familiar simple shimmer has now given way to a full spectrum of hues and brightness. Those white veins have turned into twisiting pillars of light. The tiny inflections in them make the light dance in new and wonderous ways.
Hearts are made to be broken.
