The Pessimist Personality says...
My heart is, as the saying goes, worn on my sleeve. It's quite a flaw, actually. A heart exposed to the destructive elements gets a good beating when it's not properly hidden inside where it should be. Things get messy, my heart gets plucked off my sleeve without permission, and chucked back to me slightly bruised.
The Gratified Optimist says...
My heart is, as the saying goes, worn on my sleeve. It's a gift, really. Though my heart is taken very easily, it's returned complete with lessons learned. It's a complicated process, but heartache, well, makes the heart grow stronger.
People and life may swing a couple punches to our hearts, but ultimately we choose to either leave the wounds open, or patch them up with a sweet Barbie Band-Aid. I'm out of the Barbie sort, so this week I chose a Band-Aid in the form of a serious cry-session, great friends, and awesome big sisters.
To life and people who think hearts are something to be toyed with, I say bring it. I'm still feeble, but armed with one heck of a first-aid kit.
Love this. Love you.
ReplyDeleteAnd also, mershmernermer.