Bloody pumps

The Heart is a friend, lover, and enemy. In my life it has been all three. It has led to me making great plays in football and pushing through hard trials to become a better person because of heart and the will to be better. It has allowed me to feel deep affection towards people. It has allowed me to love. It has allowed me to hurt. To feel happy and to feel hurt. I feel like my heart is like those little beads that are hung in a doorway. When it first is created it’s all cheerful and fun to go through and looks good. As more people pass through a bead falls off and is taken away. Then suddenly someone comes through and grabs onto the beads thinking it’s a good time and they all come sliding off. These beads now lie on the floor tripping and slipping up all those who try to enter that doorway until eventually they are cleaned up and you are removed from the doorway and are replaced. It’s painful, it’s fun, it’s sad, it’s happy. Don’t be that person who pulls on the beads. Be the person who hangs them up.