Greetings,

The heart is more than a body part; it is the center of our feelings, our dreams and our struggles. It throbs with living, and every happiness and every sorrow it contains. Even though the heart can not be seen with the eye, the heart (keeps) many things which there are no words that can say.

Some characteristics say that the heart is delicate, breakable by heartache, loss or sorrow. For some it is tough, able to bear the fiercest test of all. The fact is, the heart is both. It can break apart into a thousand pieces but with all that be everything still have the strength to mend, to love, and to hope once again.

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The heart knows things unseen by the mind. Ever been overwhelmed by emotions without explanation? Perhaps a song, a smell, or a location uncovers something you thought was long far gone. That is because the heart is a repository of memories. It retains a child’s laughter, the love of a family, and the knowledge of past mistakes. It is also remembered by the heart, even when the mind forgets.

And in another way, the heart is warrior. It persists in beating in spite of rumour, or pain, or fear, or possibility of losing it. Even when everything around feels like it is impossible the heart just won't stop. It is the burden of unexpressed concerns, unvoiced prayers and unshed tears. And yet, it prevails—strong, undaunted, unyielding.

Sometimes, the heart feels tired. It carries too much, loves too deeply and is too paralyzed by fear. In those times, it requires care. It needs to take a breath from concerns, to breathe a little, to receive kindness. Can even have even the strongest heart a chance to mend.

The heart is a paradox. It fears, yet it hopes. It loses, yet it loves again. It shatters, yet it keeps beating on. No matter many storms it has to topple through it always somehow manages to survive. And that is the magic of the heart—it never surrenders.

But what keeps the heart beating, inspite of it all? It finds beauty in love, in faith, in the simplest moments of happiness. A gentle word, a friendly hug, the sound of a friend’s laughter—these are the things that mend the heart, one small bite at a time.

The heart also learns. It knows that not every war is worth fighting, not every person is worth the chase and not every dream is destined to come true. Although having also lost, it still holds onto hope, onto believing, onto keeping pushing.

Since after all the heart’s greatest strength is its capacity for love—over and over again.

Regards
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