My Heart

My heart

I’m a pretty simple soul by all accounts.

As a kid I didn’t grow up with the privileges others take for granted.
Having to constantly endure the arrogance of those rich kids that assumed they were better just because they had more. They sure enjoyed letting me know that.

As an adult I worked hard to try to make a better life for me and my family. I didn’t really need more than I needed and I’ve always been really happy to share whatever I’ve had.
For a moment I tried for more. It went a bit pear shaped but I learnt a lot and found some special people.

The past few years have been tough financially and I am right back where I started.
Most of what was worked for being lost.
It’s been hard to reconcile that. Life feels so much harder because of it, but you just have to accept it and get on with it.
I made my choices and I am living with them.

What I don’t lack though is heart. Those rich kids could say what they liked about me but when it came to heart I blew them all out of the water. And I think they knew it.
Because I know how to love. And my love is pure and genuine. When I give it, it has nothing to do with how much or little you give to me. It can’t be bought. Its given just because that’s how I feel.
For me the people I love have something unique and beautiful and special that often they can’t even see in themselves. But for me it shines out brightly.

There are those who are unable to accept that love and I understand why.
But the fact remains that the love I send is real and doesn’t come with conditions..

… Because of course giving love is not merely a choice, it’s a feeling . .. whereas accepting love and feeling it will always be a choice.

Funny how I’ve always found it easier to feel than to make choices.

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