To The Ones With Wild Hearts: Never Apologize For Loving Hard

To The Ones With Wild Hearts: Never Apologize For Loving Hard

“What is your super power?”

They asked. I hesitated.

“Don’t think,” they said. “Just answer. This isn’t something you choose.”

“Well, I guess…this…?” I responded, holding my illuminated heart away from my chest as an orange luminous light bled straight from the center of it. “But, I’m not the only one that has this. I mean, it’s nothing special.”

My heart trembled in my hands, becoming brighter with every quiver, hues of gold and light blue and even green appearing as it shook.

“Ah. So. You feel too much and can’t control it. Some power…” They said to me, mockingly, as if finding beauty in the smallest things was some sort of gimmick. As if my heart, expanding with gratitude, pumping out love and colors I didn’t understand was somehow a bad thing. As if I should be jaded, cold, unloving. Bitter.

Of course, this made me feel embarrassed that I’ve grown to feel passion toward the little things.

A smile from a stranger, a butterfly kissing the back of my hand, deep belly laughs that make your body ache with joy…all these things that I hold in my heart, whispering sweet nothings before I release them to let in more light all over again.

But why would I be ashamed of something like that? Why wouldn’t that make me feel empowered?

How could I now turn away from that light when I was once stumbling in the dark? Don’t get me wrong; I greet darkness. We’re close companions, just like light and I are. But I know now to never apologize for any shade of mine.

I know now that my colors are all my own and I can hold onto them and release them whenever I choose to. There’s a color scheme to every human. There’s light and dark, and yet I once failed to see the true force behind that.

So, this is for the hearts like mine, don’t you dare apologize for still beating. May your joy never be lost for too long. May you never forget the glow inside your veins. May the light inside of you bleed through, even when the surface appears to be completely cracked.

And may you never doubt the importance of the collision between yourself and others. This light inside of you was never a threat or a joke or anything to hide away. The truth is that it’s your power. Who cares if you can’t control it? Unleash it. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

I’m the eye of the storm he tempest. I will no longer apologize for it

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