It can't be controlled

So I took my kids to see Gnomeo and Juliet yesterday in honor of President’s Day. It wasn’t a movie that any of us really wanted to see, but we love movies in our house (we get that quality from my mom…she LOVED movies too)and we try to see as many as we possibly can. It turned out to be really cute, and if you love Elton John, the music was fabulous. If you have little kids, I highly recommend it.

But what really caught my attention was one of the commercials they showed before the movie actually started. It was a commercial promoting the St. Vincent Heart Hospital* here in Indianapolis. It really helped open my eyes when it comes to matters of the heart.

You all know that I have been struggling a little lately with love and relationships and this commercial somehow made me realize that I don’t have a lot of control where the heart is concerned. Sometimes I feel so stupid for the way I feel. Some days are good and some days are bad, but I think that is just the circle of life, no matter how our hearts feel.

The heart...

It’s what we speak of when we are sorry or shattered.

It’s what we attribute our happiness to when we are walking on air.

At times, it summons every ounce of courage we have.

It’s a lonely hunter.

It wants what it wants.

It changes.

It breaks.

It bleeds.

We follow it.

We lose it.

We give it away.

We wear it on our sleeves.

It’s the root.

It’s the core.

It’s the center of our beings.

We fill it with love, hate, hope and determination.

It’s the difference between an expert and a champion.*

We can’t control it. We can’t guide it. We can’t give it what it wants. We can only protect it, love it and cherish it.