Out there in that
intensity, in a
vast blue methane atmosphere the
little hydrocarbons crush themselves. At 4 million atmospheres, they'd have to. But they turn this crushing defeat into a
pure shape, into
diamond. All of us should be so lucky. Think -- your boss, your asshole roomate, your unfaithful lover -- as their pressure squeezes you, think. Think about it forming
diamonds in your heart. Their edges will cut, there will be pain, but you will be left with
diamonds.
♦
Value your heart, its cuts, its
scars, the more damaged it is, the more valuable. You can
feel purely with a
diamond heart. Look back on the
pain, destruction,
soul-wrenching, the broken tree limbs when you climbed
too high for love, look back with
fondness for the strength you had to survive it. Look back with love for the people who cared enough to
create all that shit for you. Then look forward, move forward, with a bulletproof heart.