Some people give away their body freely,
And keep their heart locked away.
I cannot say the same for myself.
Both are priceless,
My heart belongs to many,
But the rest of my body belongs only to me.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” – C.S. Lewis
I found this quote on my own facebook profile from a while back. It still rings true to me and accompanies this post well. I have been thinking about vulnerability and forgiveness a lot lately.
Someone replied saying that the quote is very pessimistic, but I disagreed. What I said, to be exact…
“Well now… only from a pessimistic point of view. I think it redeems the value of love and points out why we let ourselves love, because even if there’s a chance of getting hurt it’s better than letting your soul rot in isolation. So you see, I think it’s optimistic.”