Today I learned about the heart. It's nothing like the heart-shapes we draw for love and break with hate. It doesn't have strings to be tugged and cannot shatter into shards of organ but it beats with a fervor so fierce it may well be a warrior of its own. With layers of epithelia as its armor it beats out its purpose...thump, thump, thump. A bit unruly at times, yes. Speeding up. Slowing down. Stopping altogether. Sometimes it pounds so loud you swear everyone in a 5-mile radius must be able to hear it. But most of the time it has a quiet sort of presence that you almost begin to forget it's still there. Yet, there it is, whenever you go looking for it. Left side. Playing hide-and-seek behind the rib cage. A complexity so incredible I struggle to believe it's real. But put finger to wrist, caress the neck of another and it's real. You feel it, the drum inside you beating every minute that we choose to let it. Living is a choice. Breathing is a choice. Waking up is a choice. Keeping the blood flowing, contained within you the cycle of oxygenation and deoxygenation and reoxygenation unbroken. That, too, is a choice. It's a beautiful, brave choice to make. It's worth it.
Inspired by my human anatomy class, recent conversations about mental health, and a bible study I ended up at.
“Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” Luke 12:34.