UNLEASH YOUR PORCELAIN HEART

For years, I've kept my heart like a porcelain doll--unable to be touched or played with out of fear that it might be damaged...or broken. "Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart?, asks Ms. Keys. Anyone who has tried knows that it's impossible. So instead, we remove ourselves from all situations in which our porcelain doll heart can be mangled or destroyed. We isolate and segregate our ourselves using our necessary (yet, sometimes destructive) moral codes. We secure our hearts in bubble wrap, tape down the edges, box them, garnish with bows and ribbons, and put them in the hole in our chest where our natural heart used to be. And do I blame us? Hell no! It's hard to know who and how to trust. Our hearts are most fragile and with busy schedules, limited time, and career becoming the new religion, who has time to unwrap what's left of their heart for just any and every body. So, we keep them boxed up, whilst going about our routine lives, never really knowing what life could be on the other side.

Well I'm here to tell y'all today that that kind of living isn't really living at all. UNLEASH THOSE PORCELAIN HEARTS!!! Allow them to be scratched and chipped...or maybe even broken. You never know who might come along and put the pieces back together. I speak completely from experience, knowing that trust and truth are the only paths to freedom. And although I'm still on my journey to 'freeing the porcelain heart,' I'm learning everyday that true living comes by way of freedom. Maybe we'll journey together.

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