To Love At All is to be Vulnerable

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“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”

This famous quote by C.S Lewis inspired me. It speaks exactly what is on my mind. To love at all is to be vulnerable, it actually means that we should open our heart to love anything courageously even if it is going to lead us to risk of tragedy; just my two cents worth.

I have always been protecting my heart, just like what is written in that quote, to "wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness."

Due to my previous experiences, I do not dare to step out of that little box of mine for fear that I would get hurt. My favourite sentence lately is, "to hide in my cave" whenever I am hurt, upset, unhappy, sad, and et cetera. When would I come out of my cave? 

What is love after all? How many couples are there who are married purely because of love? Could there be marriage out of sympathy and responsibility? What is meant by we must fight for the one we love? Love covers all, even the ugliest thing, and it can be redeemed, is that true?

I think the list of questions would be never ending. I have a lot of thoughts on this topic recently. I have a lot of doubts in my mind. I could not understand a lot of things pertaining to this subject matter.

I think the heart is fragile and needs to be handled with care, I opened my heart but it was broken into pieces, just like the picture. When and who will be able to open that little box of mine?

I wonder...