Sometimes I feel so much that I want to take my heart out and lock it up tight in a cardboard box for a little while. Sometimes the world just gets to be too much, you know? And I just want to hide underneath my blankets until it all goes away. Life doesn’t stop for anyone, though, and if I do that, I’m only hurting myself. You can’t just throw your hands up and say, “I’m through!” You can’t place your heart in a box because without that beating heart, you’re only a shell of your former self. We always want to avoid the pain and the anguish, but can’t you see that that’s what makes us beautiful? Our ability to feel so deeply, right down to the bottom of our toes, and our ability to mourn so completely that it becomes a physical ache, that’s what makes us human. And we humans are so damn beautiful, even though we don’t recognize it. Sure, we’re broken seventy percent of the time, but there’s beauty in that, too, if you know where to look.