Bleed It Out

The human heart is the quintessential component when it comes to expressing metaphorically how we feel. I find there to be an incredible amount of significance in the 'why' behind that, in which I will then ironically utilize to express how I feel.

Plainly put, the heart is a muscle. If the heart is physically susceptible to all the same principals that any other muscle is, then it is only logical that those properties bleed into the metaphorical use of the heart as well.

The more a heart is exercised the more powerful it becomes and the harder it is able to work. When a heart pumps, it pushes blood away and pulls blood towards it. When we love, it must be reciprocated. That assimilated act of pumping blood to and from mirrors pumping love to and from it, soundly strengthening it.

 If we choose not to exert love then we cannot take love in. If a heart solely takes love in and never gives back it would be overwhelmed and the one-way pressure would tear it in half. If we altruistically outwardly love and it is never given back our heart would have nothing left to give, there must be an awareness to this precious balance.

Also, when a muscle is neglected and not used, it will begin to atrophy. Under precise conditions, a muscle can be eaten away and worn to nothing. Our hearts were meant to love as much as they were meant to beat and keep our organs oxygenated. To not love is to not live and to not gamble the risk is to never reap the reward. We must not be conservative with our ability to love.

The last and also the most interesting scenario is an injured muscle. Currently I find this situation most accurate for myself. You can pull, strain or even tear a muscle, it can take an incredible amount of external damage. If that is the case, then under no circumstances if the right mindset is applied and the proper amount of time is utilized can anyone not be able to love.

Previously and recently I have given thought to the concept that perhaps my heart just wasn't cast correctly to love someone unconditionally. As an adolescent I wrote a poem that suggested my circumstances were unique and that my heart was different. Oh how naive I was and how dramatically pleasing ignorance can be.

I am persevering through that currently but I do believe I have adopted the right mindset. If time heals all wounds and above all my heart never stopped beating then I owe it to myself to have the courage of my convictions and love again one day.