The Shape of a Cruel Heart

It doesn't look the same, it doesn't move like that, and it doesn't do what it should really, but who can know the compass so exactly? We are waves, washing over each other, of all different kinds. Some carry great pain, others complete bliss, and yes, there are many other emotions and sensations in between those two more extreme ones.

I never could understand, I mean yes, of course, we are all born with a set of genes and they define us to a certain extent, but why are some people so cruel? Does it really make you brighter to attempt to crush others beneath you? It makes no sense to me. For I only ever feel good when I can help others or share something warm; hurting people, washing them in waves of sadness could surely never be satisfying. We can all change, grow, learn, positively evolve and become brighter sparks than once we were, rather than arrogantly imagining ourselves to be greater than the sums of our parts. Nobody is finished just by being created, by the hand of whichever God you believe in, we are only begun.

The heart is a beautiful instrument, the most beautiful of them all, when wielded in a thoughtful and selfless manner it creates space and hope and wonder in the days that nothing else apart from the nature of this earth really can. The heart is in everything, some have just been left to go rotten. It is down to you, and you alone, how you reach people. The reach of the heart is greater than the reach of your hands, so the choices we make are what define how we love and breathe and care about every single ticking second.

Your genes are a part of you, your decisions are the rest. Open your eyes and soak up the daydreams.