“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.” -C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Basically this quote sums up what I’ve been learning and struggling with in the past God only knows how long.
Sometimes loving and being loved takes a lot of guts. But the alternative is more terrifying.
Have I mentioned I love C. S. Lewis? His books are one of the little luxuries…