My name is Heart

I was once young and full of life, enthusiastic blood pumping through my veins. I looked forward to embark on this journey called life, full of excitement, thrill and romance. Whenever people would ask my keeper “What do you want in life?” I would make her say “Oh I want excitement, I don’t want a boring life. I want to experience everything because ‘variety is the spice of life’ (that was my motto!). I sure wasn’t prepared for the roller coaster of a life I have had since. My keeper, poor thing, she didn’t know what she was getting into either, following me the way she did. She would have been better off listening to Reason. God he is so boring, so practical, no fun at all! But I suppose my hold on her was more than Reason. He tried time and again to make her see things his way but….

 I have two loyal friends though. One the window to my soul, she only shows the world what I want her to show. The world can see through her when I am happy or sad. Sometimes when I ache and can no longer take the pain, she will refresh me and lighten my pain by shedding some tears. Sometimes when I don’t want the world to see me vulnerable, she will wear rose tinted glasses.  Oh she is gorgeous! The other, my life source, my very essence, without him I am a goner. He works night and day to rejuvenate me. We had made a pact the day I was born that he would ceaselessly continue to replenish me, pumping his life saving liquid into me till I tell him to stop. The three of us have been no match for poor old Reason. These days he sits in some corner sulking.

Today when I look back at the life we have had, I have no regrets and I am sure none of the two have either. Oh sure I don’t look as pretty as I used to. No matter how hard I try to sew up the tears and rips, it is still a shoddy job. My walls keep bleeding; they just stare at me accusing me for putting them through so much. There are some wounds that just refuse to heal no matter how hard you try. After all what do you expect after all the battering and bruising? Oh but I have had my share of fun too. I feel enriched and more complete than ever before.

 My friend has lost some of her sparkle but it is still there nevertheless and my life saver,( oh I love him) well he is getting a bit slow, no longer bubbling with that much excitement as he used to. These days my keeper needs to boost him once in awhile with medicines.  As for my keeper, god bless her soul, there have been times in our journey when she has pleaded with me “Please stop, go slow, sometimes let me listen to Reason!” but I couldn’t. I would tread fearlessly where there was agony as well as ecstasy; I have had my share of adventure and misadventure. I have met wonderful people with like minded hearts, made friends that will be with me till I finally call it a day. Oh I wouldn’t trade all that for anything! She is getting old, my keeper, her bones are tired and weary but I know deep inside she will always be ready for another romance, another voyage. I just have to sniff out one before we are off, all four of us, to experience life’s myriad faces.

My name is Heart.