So I've been lugging around an idea for a while now....
What if our heart's are made of glass, beautiful, colorful, hand-blown glass. And all of them inevitably shatter and break, maybe the fault-lines were already present at the start. We are imperfect after all . What if they shatter again and again in many different ways.
And what if the reason we bleed inwardly when it does is not because our heart has shattered. What if it's because we gathered up the pieces so close and guarded them so tightly that the splinter and shards drive into us, causing us pain?
What if we were never meant to guard the pieces that close. What if we were supposed to carefully pick up the shards and splinters and give the pieces to other people.
Not all at once, not cold and rushed, because we'd cut them if we did. What if we were meant to share all those pieces with other people, and other people share the shards and splinters and shards of their hearts with us.
What if we are supposed to give and receive those shards and splinters with warmth and care. To melt the sharp edges and the spikes away. So they melt into our hearts and our splinters and shards melt into theirs. To form beautiful new hearts, more beautiful then any heart could be on it's own.
Hearts like stain glass windows. Pieced together with love and warmth, and understanding of each others colors and sharp edges?
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