The Idealist

You blame yourself. You blame your big, bold idealist heart. You grew up with grand dreams and lofty expectations, but you didn’t plan on the difficult moments. As a child, you couldn’t foresee the heartbreaks, the disappointments, the emptiness. You couldn’t identify your predisposition to feel things so intensely or understand your sensitive, artistic nature. You couldn’t recognize the beauty in it just as much as you couldn’t anticipate the challenges.

You learned to roll with the punches. You bounced back from every move. You pushed aside the things that hurt you. But with each roll and bounce and push, your once wild, open, childlike heart with its big dreams and bigger hopes grew a little bit darker, sullied by invalidation and loss of things you could never put a name to. With that harsh reality came acceptance that everything you'd hoped for might be out of reach for someone like you.

And yet, through all the things that could have broken you, that did break you, that might still break you, the idealist fights to hold on. And every now and then, when your guard is down, the idealist whispers -- inspiring you, and reminding you that happiness is possible, dreams are reachable, and love is against all odds entirely attainable.