A heart, everyone has one. It embodies good, kindness and who we are. Some have a bigger one than other, some only share it with close friends not caring about who they do not know, some give it to anyone that passes by, some don’t share it at all.
There is a saying that someone can have a heart of stone. Truly there are people that this very much applies to. Mine is not, but still its encased by it’s cold grip. I myself am worn down by this world, my mind can see the big picture of humankind...its not pretty. I see this world as doomed. Most people that have seen this give up, why would it matter to do good or not if it will never make a difference. It doesn’t, i have accepted that fact.
But here is where i turn left instead of right instead of most people. Like I said i see the bigger picture, and like i said it isnt pretty. But being a part of it would be even worse. I take strenght out of the fact that I know somebody is trying their very best, always helping anyone in need: giving away a bit of cash to someone thats short of a dollar, helping someone that has fallen of their bike in public while groups of people pass by, keep open the door a bit longer for a passing person.
The small things truly matter, and if you keep your eyes open you will find ample oppertunities to bring as much light into a otherwise dark place. Only for a moment, the dark room flickers, a heart passes to a complete stranger, and then it dies down again. The darkness suggesting the spark never happened. But the heart was shared and kindness was spread. And a little bit of light still remained, the world being darker if it never existed.

Like i said before, my heart is not made of stone but still encased by it. I share kindness, look at everyone with a blank slate when I meet them, try always whats best for the world as a whole. But when I would describe my personality on the outside in one word it would be cold...cold as stone. The wall that is built around my heart is cold, stone hard and emotionless. I painted some pretty pictures for friends and family on it and made sure it does not affect my moral judgement. But a wall it is, keeping away anyone from the core of who i am...the heart. But it was neccesary.
Someone with a big hearts is also a big target, seeing the big picture does not help the slightest. The wall is not meant to block anyone close...thats just a side effect. Its meant to shield it from the world as it currently works. Making a list of things it’s meant to protect me from is not possible since things are added every time I see the news or walk down the street in a city. The wall is not bulletproof and my heart cries every time something seeps through. But the tear has nowhere to go and stays inside the wall. Sometimes the pressure builds to a too high level and the dam bursts. Crying youself to sleep is very soothing and gives the wall some time to repair itself.

A little flickr of light, hidden away, looks around himself and sees only darkness. It has always been darkness. Suddenly, he spots something off in the distance. Looking more closely he can make out a window, behind it a bright light. Strangely the window seems to completely block of any light that wants to pass through it. But still whats behind it is visible, beaming on as bright as the sun itself. He approaches the window and cannot believe his eyes, the beauty of whats behind the window cannot be described compared to what he is used to. The second thing that rushes through him is a heavy stab of pain when he realizes none of the light seems to pass through the window and he is left on the other side of the glass barrier. He drops a tear and wishes from the depth of his very being he could be there.
He then schockingly realized he was not the only one to have seen the light, small specks like stars in the night sky started to appear around the glass window, all of then seeming just as suprised to see the light behind the window as he was. Within a few minutes the area around the glass was filled with little dots everywhere. And together they formed a glowing ball, replicating what they saw behind the window as best as they can. Together they became a bright spot in an ocean of darkness. Spreading kindness, laughter, generosity, loyalty and honesty. It was magical.
But the spark had to go...I stood up from my pc, looked around and saw...only darkness remained. But still I caried with me the light that i saw created that day. Helping it grow when i can together with everyone else. My little pony (ugh i still have problems saying it aloud) has helped me a lot, but i knew deep down that our world would never be as bright as theirs.
The darkness fought back, unfammilliar to the bright light that has formed around the strange window. It is amazing how fast some judge the spark remebered.
But the light inside me was no longer on the outside of the wall for everyone to see, it was there right next to my heart. Making a window in the wall so the bright window could be seen from the inside. And I thought to myself. i wish i was there. But i knew it for what it was: just a wish, a dream, an outcome with an improbability factor of over 9000. Deep down, something said: but dreams can come true. And hope went trough the inside of the wall, only to be cooled down by the cold hard truth the barricade represented. But still went the voice: you can always hope, dreams can come true.