holes.

You were always so careful. You tread lightly so as not to break the bits inside you. Things that were misplaced or lost, you spent endless days trying to retrieve. The idea of perfect never left your shoulders. There it sat, dangled its feet, chuckled when doubt neared. The fragile had bubble wrap. The honest had rows of shields. The piercing rays that begged for a peak at your heart’s real state were repelled by the forceful concrete that you so carefully built, block by block. There were no cracks, no crumbling of the foundations. You have been a devoted keeper, a real master to that which has been trusted in your care.

Except these things burst and fall to millions of tiny pieces. On your watch it all becomes undone. This is no fault of your own, the inevitable is hard to evade if at all possible. You were just not prepared and chose to ignore the alarming signs. But there they were, behind the rows of shields, behind every lurking, curious light beam that found its way through the pores of that impermeable concrete. Everyone saw. When it was dark and there was nowhere else to look, we all saw that your heart had holes. Why are you not consoled with the know that we all do? Some hearts have tiny, some have gasping, some have growing, some have shrinking, but they all have unfillable holes. Holes where hurt has been.

 

Be brave. Be courageous and start to dissemble your constant guards. The journey will not be easier with them, it will not be always pleasant without them. You have done well for yourself till now. We have seen the full you, do not be ashamed. No heart is the same as the other, no life has the same purpose as another, no idea born out of want for change is in vain. You should feel so proud of your heart. It is with this imperfect heart that you will win wars, souls, other hearts that will follow. Follow your modest, lovely, stunningly beautiful, miraculous heart. When has hurt not made you stronger? When have your enemies not bowed once they have seen your shining, reluctant, truthful, humble heart? And you have been concealing it. You have been thinking it is to be shut away and now feel naked that your secret is out. We know. We know that your heart has holes too. Look up. Dry your eyes. This is time to learn to see how beautiful your heart is. Look how perfect in its imperfection. Look how alike it is to you. Learn this moment so you can teach others what it feels to finally see the seed inside.

You can never be sure and this anyone will guarantee. Wise men of all walks of life know only this: the heart has its holes, the sun its rays, the sky its wind. Honesty will cripple you, but a life lived without it kills instantly. Others around you are the same. Some try to fool you with words, grandiose statements that bend the ear and ring majestic for days on end. Some others masquerade the outside with stolen ornaments, shiny and facetious. There are roads that lead to nowhere lined with signs that direct. Countless traps wait for your child like, unsure step. There will be ghosts in the dark luring you towards the wondrous light. There will be kind souls shooting at you, wanting to see your demise.

You be strong now. Be sure of the heart you have. Know that it has its holes and that without its holes it would not be a heart at all. Know that love can only wrap itself around your heart through those holes.