“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
– The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint Exupéry
“The Heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.”
– Emily Dickinson
The workings of the heart remain a mystery. It dips and swims with swirling emotion, it aches for what it cannot have, and grieves for what is lost. The heart dreams of better days. The heart is selfish, and can be self-less. We want for ourselves, and wish even more for those we love.
Unseen by all but those who know us best, the heart carries scars and patches from battles, the repairs, the mending, the work-arounds. It is resilient.
The mythical source of love, emotion, kindness and desire, the heart is always a work in progress.