There is a stigma associated with being trusting, don’t you know? People do not sympathize with mistakes made when you leave your heart unguarded. These days, it’s the same as leaving your car unlocked. Who on earth in their right minds would do it?
But gullible heart of mine, don’t be afraid to revel in that stigma. This heart was never meant to be caged in logic and practicality. This heart was placed a rib cage to protect it, not imprison it. Did you know, that wishbones are formed when your clavicles meets the sternum. We may not have wishbones, but that hollow between my clavicles is where I store my wishes. May be that’s why when I want to cry the most, it hurts right there. It hurts because those wishes are being broken.
Gullible heart of mine, keep beating. Loud. Let that heartbeat be the drumroll guiding you on. There are those who would not know how to march to your beat. They would try to change you, make you smoother, less volatile, less choreographed. But you are your own symphony, creating magic every time you breath. There are those you will say your beat is that of Pied Pier, blame you for when they follow you, shame you for taking them on a journey. But this Pied pier of a heart didn’t make a note so sorrowful without a cause. Don’t let their judgement hold you back. You do right by yourself in a world set out to stigmatize your voice.
My dear gullible heart, don’t let me fool you. Being this unguarded is not easy, being this open hurts. There will be those who will take advantage, just because they can. But don’t let them fool you. Being guarded is no way to live, being closed only locks you in an ivory tower. There are those who will come knocking, but there are those who are too shy to knock at your heart’s door; they are the ones worth keeping.
So be gullible, be yourself.
I promise you won’t shatter.