Let Your Heart Be Overly Open

They’ll tell you not to feel so much.
Not to care too deeply.
Not to wear your heart where it can be hurt.

They’ll say, “Be careful.”
“Don’t get too close.”
“Don’t be too sensitive.”

But what if being “too much” is actually just being honest?
What if your open heart isn’t a flaw—but a gift?
What if the world doesn’t need more guarded people… but more people who dare to love without armor?

Because the truth is: life will try to convince you to shut down.
It will break your trust.
It will bruise your spirit.
It will give you a thousand reasons to close off, build walls, and never let anyone in again.

But closing off doesn't protect you—it disconnects you.
It doesn’t stop the pain—it stops the joy.
It numbs the ache, yes—but it also numbs the beauty. The wonder. The awe. The connection.

Let your heart be overly open.
Let it beat loudly in the quiet moments.
Let it ache when something moves you.
Let it cry when something breaks you.
Let it leap when something excites you.

You’re not weak for feeling things fully.
You’re not naive for choosing love.
You’re not foolish for giving people a chance.

You’re brave.
Because vulnerability is courage.
Softness is strength.
And choosing to love in a world that has taught you fear is nothing short of radical.

Yes, people may not always handle your heart with care.
Yes, some may take more than they give.
But still—you gave.
Still—you showed up.
Still—you felt it all, even when it hurt.

And that’s something to be proud of.

Because the world doesn’t need more cynics.
It needs people like you.
People who feel deeply and love loudly.
People who don’t apologize for being moved by sunsets, music, poetry, and people.
People who cry when it’s beautiful and cry when it’s too much.

Let your heart be overly open.
Let it be inconvenient.
Let it be messy.
Let it ruin your plans and soften your edges.

Because you’re not here to be untouched.
You’re here to be alive.

And aliveness requires feeling.
It requires risking.
It requires loving with your whole chest, even if it trembles.

So if your heart is open—keep it that way.
Even when it hurts.
Even when the world tries to shame you for it.

Keep choosing love.
Keep choosing depth.
Keep choosing to care.

Not because it’s easy.
But because it’s real.