If there were a place to commit overly complicated hearts, I believe many of us would already have a bed reserved. 🤣 Because some hearts just don’t know how to stay still. They feel too much. They think too much. They conjure up scenarios that never happened and manage to turn a simple “ok” text message into an investigation worthy of a crime drama. “Why did they just say ‘ok’?” “Are they angry?” “Did I do something wrong?” And just like that… the heart panics, and the mind immediately starts assigning tasks! 😂
Then there are those hearts that know perfectly well that a certain person is no good for them, yet they hold on—clinging to hope much like someone waiting for a cat to suddenly start doing the dishes. They know it’s probably never going to happen… but they keep on waiting. 🤣 Some hearts want to run away, but are afraid to leave. Others want to stay, but have already realized they can’t go on. Some crave silence, while others make such a racket inside us that we can’t even hear our own thoughts.
It’s a true emotional asylum. But perhaps the problem isn’t having a confused heart. Perhaps what matters is learning, little by little, how to take care of it. Knowing when we need to open the door to someone… and when we need to—with all the calm in the world—close that door and tuck away the key. Not everything we feel has to stay. Not everyone we love has to remain. And not every story needs the ending we once imagined. Perhaps growing up is also this: continuing to feel, while learning not to get lost in the midst of what we’re feeling. Because our heart may well be a true asylum… But with time, affection, and a bit of patience, perhaps we can turn that chaos into a place where it’s actually possible to live in peace. ❤️
With love,
Carla,🥰❤️
