Saturday, 28 March 2015

Entry 12: Bottle Heart

A heart is just like a bottle.
The owner decides what to fill it with.
Fill it with precious water, the bottle becomes valuable,
Whereas if the bottle is filled with trash, it belongs to the dumpster.

The things you hold dearest in your heart determines what you see in yourself,
Or even what others see.
Whenever you're depressed, ask yourself; Why?
When it's hard for you to make a decision, what do you fill your bottle heart with?
Does it satisfy your main purpose of life?
Is what you fill into the bottle is too much?
Can your bottle handle the weight, volume, chemicals?
If the substance filled in the bottle is not suitable, the bottle will be destroyed.
Just like how your heart will melt, scatter, dissolve, or vanish.

Only fill your bottle with what is suitable.
Only do what you are capable to do.
Because at the end of the day, you handle the scar of your own heart and no one else could help you with that.

Choose wisely and don't regret after your decision.

*This post is just a short break from poems xD*

-George Yau-

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