The Mechanics of the Heart

I think, in a way, despite each tragedy I have endured, the mechanics of my heart remain hopeful.

Despite it being chewed up, spit out, stepped on... I believe that it can still recognize the good in people. I believe that it can still reach out and warm others.

It is cautious, and the bricks that make the wall to guard it take lots of time to chip away at now. The work is taxing— though I truly embrace the idea that it can bounce back from any casualty. I have made it that way. I have grown in faith. My heart has its scratches and its bruises. But don’t we all? Don’t we each have our own wear and tear?

It is how we choose to fix it that matters. It is our resilience that matters. When somethings breaks, we make the choice to pick up the pieces and place the gears back where they belong. Repair torn belts. Find replacement screws.

We must take care of our hearts and in return, they beat for us. They work for us. They love for us.

And even though we may each face situations that cause us damage, we must choose: do we pick up the pieces and mend them together again? If we don’t, the world grows awfully lonesome.

So in spite of the pain... let us choose to be hopeful.

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