Your Heart Expands When It Is Broken

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Here’s a list of things to remember:

Time heals.

Mountain winds sound exactly like ocean waves.

You are worth everything now.

Walls can be destroyed.

The sun always rises (and is always beautiful).

Children know the answers.

Trees can grow through rock.

There is music in everything – like rain on city streets or a lover’s heartbeat.

Logic doesn’t produce magic.

Your heart expands when it’s broken.

You don’t need to choose mediocrity when fire exists.

The strength lies in the exhale.

Love is essentially a seed – it begins as delicate and vulnerable,

and requires daily nourishment to build strength.

You should do it now.

(Really, you should do it now.)

— Victoria Erickson

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