Unbroken

So it's been a little bit since I've had the time to sit down and make a post on my blog but I felt there was something I really wanted to say a few words about and what better place then here?
Recent grief has brought my into a reflective sort of place in which I've tried to decipher why I was gripping so hard onto past relationships and why I felt so heartbroken.
I've begun to notice when I get to the point of being 'heartbroken', I start being honest with myself about my feelings and my desires. "Yes, I love them dearly and I can't just forget that they ever mattered to me. I love them, for god's sake." And once I allow myself to speak this truth there is an immediate release, as though I am stepping back into the light. Love can make a person feel vulnerable but I think that's a lie of the delusional 'separate' self. The 'little me' that believes we can actually be hurt by something that is unconditional and requires nothing of us. I think it sheds light on the true self and a lot of the times we think that's something we have to protect.
I find myself thinking back on a conversation I had with a friend a few months back. We talked about how she was a very lighthearted girl until she began to be bullied and then it was as though her heart was broken and she needed to be on guard. For just a moment, hypothetically, lets say that it's impossible to hurt the true heart if it is nothing but love and that it's the building of these walls around it that actual hurt us. For a moment, let's say that the core of our being is in that heart center and that it is a burning flame of life which is eternally lit. The times that my friend was bullied, something in her believed the words she was hearing. Something within her perceived that because she was open and loving, she was hurt, that showing her heart made her vulnerable. It made her perceive her heart as a delicate and fragile thing in which she must protect or great pain would be inflicted on her. Now image her heart inside a square, glass box.
To protect herself she has cut herself off from her own life force and now see's herself as a separated person from other people and also begins living on a source of fear. It's those people who come into our lives and break us down that free us. Truly, it was never our heart that hurt us but the belief that our hearts could be broken. I am beginning to believe that our hearts are unbroken. They are invincible and nothing can put them out but when we cage them in a box then we can no longer be true to who we really are. We are cutting ourselves off from our direct source of life and love. So the people who come into our lives and leave us completely and utterly hurt and 'heart broken' are really people breaking the glass wall be have around our hearts so that the light can shine again. If a person leaves you feeling 'vulnerable' that's a good thing. That means you're feeling from your heart again and the walls have been taken down to something that is as gentle as a mother's kiss but stronger then fifty thousand men. It's is your source to God, the infinite, divine love. Which is unconditional and forever sustained.