I’ve heard debates about people having good hearts and about people not having good hearts. Is that even a thing?
I personally think that everybody has a good heart, in fact, the ones who are talked about not having a good heart are the ones who got it broken, but are struggling to fix it, struggling to make it as beautiful as it was, before someone walked over it. They got it broken in a way that they lost themselves in the process. They got it broken in a way that they don’t know if they have the energy to fix it.
And talk about the ones with good hearts, they are the ones that were broken too, you know?
They are the ones who would move every mountain in their capacity to make sure nobody has to go through a bad phase in their lives. They are the ones with their hearts full of love, and every bit of that love is for others. They wear their smiles in a way that could brighten up dark skies, their souls are as graceful as a peacock dancing in the rain.
It is strange how a broken heart can still be filled with love, and kindness. The sort of kindness that attracts, the sort of kindness that makes you want to live every day to the fullest, the sort of kindness that makes you want to celebrate the little things in life.
I hope, I hope you meet a person with a heart that has got broken once, because sometimes, broken hearts shape a person’s soul in the most beautiful way. And they create a divine form of kindness, the one the world needs to have.
So is it really about people with good hearts and the people without?
Or is it about hearts that have been broken that give love in the process of trying to look for some?