I am not lost on a road trip, well not literally. Somehow the road map of my life got a bit muddled this week. I am still not sure how I ended up in this sad and lonely place again.
Hearts are funny things. They don't always listen to what the mind wants. Nor do they obey direct orders very well. Sometimes, despite protective measures, the heart gets bruised. Battered. Trampled. Hurt.
Some people believe the solution is to turn their hearts to stone. Others pretend their hearts are coated in teflon, the hurts magically slide away. Neither solution is all that healthy. Hearts, with all their foibles and follies, are meant to be open.
Even if hurts find the way in.
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