Dear Heart,
I always renounce you when I commence
to count my blessings. Forgetting you are the life force and somewhat often taken
for granted. You, yes you are the only one that essentially specifies who I am.
Contrary to what people think, a soul is what defines you – I disagree. The
soul is your essence which you bear forward like the burdens you carry along from past life when
you are born. The soul is further jaded by the events of your present and future.
It is your journey through time and infinity.
But you my dear heart, so hard to
convince sometimes and sometimes only you can persuade me. You are the one who
has been hurt most at times and has been the subject to many depressive chapters.
You make sure that when I break into
pieces you take the brunt of the pain. But then occasionally you
really make my absolute so content that I am alive.You make sure that there are quivers of
delight when am excited or ecstasy when I receive love. You nourish my intellect,
body and soul. You have been a veritable survivor, giving me reinforcement every
day to love and live a little. You perpetually show me how much of a giver I
can be, or how strong and spirited you make me. You are the reason people adore
me. Yes, you tiny muscular little organ you.
You make me emphasize and
sympathise. You make the pain of others yours too. You define love even though
there is no definition of love. You break when the ones I love are blue, queasy
or no longer with me. You teach me to be more munificent every day. You tell
the brain to shed tears for people you don’t even know. You coerce me to
forgive the ones who have done you wrong. You try to make some stranger happy
when you prompt the brain to smile. You make it so easy at times to exist, and
sometimes only you can teach me to tussle with life wielding all my might.
So yes, I never really take out
time to thank you. To appreciate that it is only you who is my mainstay. So thank
you for crafting the best version of me.
Lots of love
Me
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