Your heart is your buried treasure.
Mere inches separate your heart from the open air. It is active every second of every day of your life. It is something you know is working, something everyone knows is there, but no one can see nor measure.
Everyone has a heart, no doubt. But not everyone shows it to others.
It is often hidden under layers of scar tissue from life’s injuries.
The heart I am talking about isn’t the physical heart, but the gentle soul and the passionate warrior that lies with in it. It is the capacity for love and the measure of how that all important organ determines the fullness of our lives.
The heart is invisible. The body of a person, how they look, what they saz and how they seem is all superficial. The outer layer has been molded to fit into the world… but the truth of a persons character lies in the heart.
It takes a lot of strength to survive in life. Some don’t make it. Some hide their hearts, never loving, never risking never giving of their richest gift, themself.
Why, because of fear that that heart will be injured.
We cannot allow that to happen, we must express regardless of our fears, because the destroyer of dreams is to quiet the heart and keep its beauty from the world.