Heart… A mere cluster of muscles pumping blood through your body, responsible for your survival. And yet it is this muscular mass that is most important in how to decide to live your life, in choosing your way forward..
Being a pure heart is one of the choicest blessings that can be bestowed upon a person. Being able to see everything in its purity and being able to work forward with a good heart is rare, and a blessing.
But then a pure, honest heart makes you vulnerable. In a world filled of crooks, the straight trees are first to be cut down. And honest, pure heart the first to be cheated and bruised. In the purity of one’s own heart, we tend to forget about the deceptiveness of the world. Of how your emotions don’t mean a thing to anyone else. And how they can be friends one moment and foes in another just to get their motives accomplished.
It is difficult to decide whether a pure heart is a blessing or a curse when the same thing can be your strength as well as your greatest weakness. When you lend your hand to someone to help them out, you never know whether they actually want to be saved or are pretending the situation just to throw you down the pits.
And one’s sanctity makes it look like everyone is a friend, a fellow human with the same needs. But does greed not overpower so many souls? Is every other person you see not corrupt? Have they not sold their conscience for some mere notes they call money?
Has the world, in its chase for fame and fortune, not sold itself?