There are two kinds of human hearts that reside within each of us. The one that is about the size of a fist, beats all the time, and keeps the blood flowing through your body. The other is quietly hidden, doesn't make much noise, and I think is one of the most individually designed pieces of the human body. Like a finger print, it has a look about it that is like nothing else. It's the one that we wear on our sleeve, that we pick up off the floor when it's ripped out and stomped on. It's the one that miraculously never dies, and somehow survives the worst wars.
I think this other heart is like the moon, it has two faces. One side is the one that we choose to show most people, perhaps has a face in it like "the man in the moon", it's the side that faces outward most of the time. The other side is filled with battle wounds from past heart-breaks, gets hit over and over from words and actions that should never have been uttered in the first place. And yet this other side is strong and never turns away. It's sole purpose is to defend the other less pock marked side so when someone new gets a glimpse of that heart they see something individual and interesting and not yet damaged.
But my question is will there come a time when your heart gets hit enough that that strong side will just give out? And you end up walking around with the broken pieces in a jar and no idea how to put it all back together. There are only so many times that your heart can be put out, hit squarely in the middle, heal, and then go back out in the open again before you decide to tuck it away and protect it for a long time.
In an odd way it's comforting to know that we are not alone. Everyone gets hit, everyone suffers pain and heart break, and everyone will put it out there again in hopes that something amazing will come of it. But it doesn't make the hurtful hits an easier.