The heart is a strange thing.
As students, we have all been introduced to how it works as an organ. It keeps us alive.
I find myself often wondering about it. Somewhere among the blood, the valves and the arteries, lie our feelings.
I wonder if these feelings fit themselves in the arteries. I wonder if the heart purifies impure emotions along with impure blood. I wonder how it reacts in times of torment. I wonder how it survives in a world like ours.
We often use phrases like “my heart feels happy” or even “my heart is smiling”. Does the heart actually smile and frown like the mouth does?
Psychology says you can never un-love someone, unless you find greater love in someone else.
Nevertheless, the previous love never dies. Where, oh where does the heart contain all of this love, passion and emotion?
Whether it is the happiness in the eyes or the heaviness in the chest, I always wonder what the heart would be saying.
I wonder if it seeks the opportunities of expressing itself completely. I wonder what my heart would be like if it were not merely trapped inside the hollowness of my ribs. I wonder, if it would be freer if not in the human body. I wonder, if it would be happier if not in the human body.