Hearts aren’t always easy. In fact, in my experience, the more the heart reveals itself, the more its contradictions grasp some tiny foothold of disagreement or reproach to hide behind. How could it be otherwise? If there were nothing real there, we would need no defenses. If our safety was purely a matter of our own perception, we would all be angels – or demons.
I stake out the curmudgeon’s voice so often, and this is why. Clinging to the futile hope that you can hide your heart only makes you human, and human is alright with me. If it were so easy to unveil and mend our mistaken unhappiness, what would be the point of trust?