"To hide the key to your heart is to risk forgetting where you placed it."
Our time upon this earth is short, yet we fill it with so much pain and hurt and it’s horrible. Our lives are shaped by those who love us and by those who refuse to care. We all have joys and appreciation. We tend to be surrounded by complaints and hate. We need the ones we care about to help avoid the hurt. Well basically in my terms, to risk is to take a chance. Every time you're tempted to take a chance with your safety, ask yourself if it's really worth the risk. Trust your heart to experience.
At first, we think of the heart as an anatomical necessity. It is the hub of our livelihood, pumping blood to and from the rest of the body. A heart is so much more than just some body part—it is essential for living. A person can lose their eyes, ears, arms, legs, and even a kidney, and yet still be alive. But if your heart goes out, so do you. But we often attach other experiences and emotions to our hearts. We personify our hearts when we speak of our heart’s desires. We give our hearts legs when we become excited, proclaiming that our hearts are racing! Our hearts swell with pride or love. Our hearts burn. Our hearts bleed. Our hearts break. The same is true not only for the body, but for the soul and spirit of a person. If your heart gets hurt, abused, taken advantage of, betrayed, or is easily won over, then it will be severely broken, or even die if not taken care of immediately.
A couple of days back, I was amused with this girl I met. She was a "Firecracker" but she is not someone petite, but I think she makes a loud statement for herself and who isn't afraid to speak her mind. She's explosive, eye-catching, dangerously fascinating, and blends in with my taste. She's unpredictable, a bit of a tough nut but someone whom I can't only spark a flame to. She's someone who I can take a step back and still be amazed at the sight of her regardless how often I see her and talk to her, making me feel like it's the first time all over again. Until then....I'm still walking with the same strut, I am taking it real slow.
I say a lot in just a few words. I like those silences which are sometimes louder than a voice. I ask myself, what am I doing to guard my heart? I always think in silence, when there is confusion between heart and mind, I don't listen to my mind because my mind knows everything BUT my heart knows her. I listen to my heart because it is smarter than me. This heart that I have might not be the prettiest. It has been broken and cracked but just the thought of her makes my heart looks perfectly whole and full of love. I have these moments of weakness but I’ve had a lifetime of strength! Courage doesn’t always roar, sometimes courage is in silence, at the end of the day, I may pause and say, I will try again tomorrow. When you bring order into a situation, it is incredible how it can make things feel a little simpler. Just like love, you can not open the key to somebody’s heart immediately when you rush things. I wasn't sure how to put into words what has been happening lately but I know it so deep that someone is being chased by the key I am holding now. I just hope it will fit in and unlock her heart to love. I realized that somewhere along the way, my definition for submission changed. I confess: how will I please her? But, there is a hope in my ventricles that the things I whispered in the air will come upon by chance one day. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Kinda speaks for itself. I really don’t know what is next. JA, it has just begun. I guess I will leave it all guarded by fate. We don’t know what will happen, but I know I will keep you. The word keep is better translated as "guard." It will cause you to pick out what thoughts you will entertain but right now, just stay tuned to the beat of my heart. Who knows? I have the key to your heart.
-dyoyzee-
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