Thoughts From A Broken, Wild Heart

One thing I've learned in the small 24 years I have been on this Earth is this: my plans often do not happen the way I want, and hearts can be broken. It's often in the midst of chaos that I do my best thinking, and what better chaos is there than a broken heart?
The process is strange. First, there is disbelief, waiting to wake up from a bad dream, only to find its not a dream. Then you reach a point where all you can do is welcome reality, and although it is painful, it is necessary.

Hearts are strong, yet fragile things, and although Pinterest quotes say differently, wild hearts can be broken. Free and wild hearts break almost worse. We are optimistic to a fault, and we hold onto slivers of hope even when we know they are lies. We try to move on and move passed the pain, but we never stay still for long...We run, and our brokenness follows. We think we run from it, but it eventually catches up with us and we have to deal with it all over again.
We love deeply and expect others to treat us the way we treat them, but not everyone works that way. We always see the good in others, but we often have to face the hard truth that not everyone is kind, loving, and compassionate. Some people are selfish and only think of themselves.


Maybe that's why free hearts stand out...the ability to live and live without hesitation is rare. We give the ideas that create a life full of wonder, and because of that, the magic and wonder that follows a free spirit is shown to the world.
 Be kind, love deep, and wander always,
{The Grounded Gypsy}