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What the HEART wants!

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The heart is such an interesting organ and part of our lives. In fact, when we are down emotionally, we say our hearts hurt. When we lose or break up with a loved one, we say the heart is broken. 

This heart is such a rugged 'ride or die' - some sort of bestie that we never knew. You meet someone and it skips, beats, somersaults, LOL😂! 

Does yours do some fireworks stunt? Errm, nooo, that is not my type of heart! We know the other buddy of the body that does that😛. Oh, you don’t? I will leave you to figure that out - yourself. 

Now, stop smiling and imagining things. Just look at you. 

Let’s go back to the heart of this talk. 

 

So, I was saying, you meet someone, you talk, love, and then break up. Then you cry, wail, can’t sleep, you think you will never heal and oh, you make your friends miserable - you need to thank those friends! 

Somehow, the heart without telling you finds a way to heal itself, and you the emotional coconut head, meet other people down the line, maybe, if you are unlucky again, same story (scratch that, you are such a lucky charm).

 

Let me help cut that long story short. Look back at those friendships or relationships you thought your heart may never heal from. Now, just look at how you are glowing and beaming with smiles - you are probably with someone who loves you genuinely too, or with yet another story that may touch your heart, or you are just cruising in this amaze-balls single life of yours - cheers to that too! 

The point is, the heart always finds a way to heal. You are the one, who should learn, accept and adapt to your reality. You are the one, who should learn never to define your continuous source of joy and happiness to a person, thing, job, title, or anything at that.  

 

Now, you are thinking, how can this small girl be so sure of this? 

Be there, me, I am smiling, the type of smile that someone who knows more and wants you to know that they do - those rich aunties vibe smile. Yes, you got it - you just did it too. 

My (bestie) heart, reminded me of these things during one of our conversations (yes, we talk) - come, haven’t you heard of heart talk? I don’t care what your definition is - me and my bestie talk. Period. 

 

Wait, why do you like interrupting me with your thoughts? My heart doesn’t like that, you know. 

Talk to your heart too. It will remind you of all those previous “heart breaks” and how you came out of them. You will be fine and I thought to remind you this, too😉. 

 

Note: 

We may never totally heal from the loss of a loved one. But the heart really wants you to heal from that pain and perhaps keep the beautiful memories of the ones you lost alive. The memories that will forever make your heart warm and flutter - they would want that for you too! 

 

We may never be able to heal from some deep pains, abuses, and betrayals. Hmmm, as hard as it might seem, the only and best way to move forward is to stop and heal. 

To everyone hurting or still struggling with some hurts or memories that have become nightmares, my heart prays for yours to find peace, love, and warmth. 

 

Love always, 

TA

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