Your Heart

Your Heart
A wise and understanding heart does not repay a
hurt with a hurt. In doing so, the heart is diminished.
Fissures form. Love leaks out. Every pain given in return
for one received, changes the contents of the heart.
It is no longer defined by love, wisdom and understanding.
It is redefined by the bearers of hurt and hate, pain and
prejudice, meanness and madness, sorrow and sadness.
You give away control of your very own heart.

The despair of being hurt is healed by overcoming it,
not clinging to the hurt and inflicting more of it
on the world. When darkness is added to darkness,
no one can see, no one can love. Everyone loses.

Love is not always warm and fuzzy. Sometimes it’s
the integrity we hold on to when we’re tempted to
strike back. Sometimes it’s the honor that keeps
us from exchanging the valuable contents of our
heart for the harsh satisfaction of lashing back.
No, the way of love is not always easy,
but when night falls, dawn is assured.

The integrity and honor of a wise and understanding
heart, rises with the sun of a new day.

Love & Light,
♥Angel Love♥

beautiful write angel,, the heart is a fragile thing and yet it too is strong with love ,, love and hugs inky :love:
Another beautiful reminder. Thank you Angel ~ love and hugs :love: