What does the heart hold?

What does the heart hold?

The heart holds love, of course. The many, complex manifestations of love in our lives: fierce devotion, fiery ardor, well-worn attachment, profound connection. The heart holds our faith, which flickers and dances depending on the day. The heart is striated with our scars, from times that people have hurt us consciously or unconsciously. These remnants of pain can surface when we least expect them, like long-buried sense memories that come back with power that can overwhelm. The heart holds our fears, which we face down with varying degrees of courage and conviction. The heart holds our dreams, the things we hope for. When we reveal these dreams we unveil our tenderest, most vulnerable selves. The heart holds the things we are sure of and the things we are confused about. Certainty and ambiguity coexist in every cell of the heart.

Yes, the content of the heart is immeasurable, both ineffable and concrete. The heart is nothing less than where our humanity lives. The essence of our human spirit, which is at once the determining factor of what our life experience is and the sum total of it.

No wonder it hurts so much sometimes.