Hearts are the gardens where dreams and desires are planted. If we tend them with great care and diligence we begin to see those dreams and desires grow and blossom. We must be attentive to them and occasionally clear out the weeds that get in the way.
Hearts are where we store our beliefs and convictions. We sort through all that has been preached, taught or instilled in us and toss aside what is unsuitable and compile what is befitting.
Hearts are where we deposit our feelings, emotions, affections and passions. The loves of our lives, the joys we have known, the sorrows we have suffered, the pain we have endured, the shame we have been submitted to.
Our hearts are ours to give or withhold as we choose. When the heart we give is received and treasured it is wonderful. When rejected it is crushing. If received only to be later betrayed it leaves us shattered, lost and fearful.
Can a damaged heart be healed, mended, unbroken? They say that time heals all wounds. How much time is not stipulated. One is left to simply fake it until they make it. Smile though your heart is aching. Smile even though it's breaking. Hopefully the healing comes before time runs out.
