Gradual Heartbreak

This idea has always made me vulnerable, has made me anxious. They give you example of a heart being broken into a billion pieces with a single blow, like a piece of glass. But I don't believe nature has made our hearts as fragile as glass. It breaks, it does, but not like glass, not from a single blow. It all starts from cracks that slowly spread like spider webs. With another dream unrealised, another friendship ending, it cracks more. And as the heart cracks more, we humans become more vulnerable, more anxious. We then make efforts to protect our heart from that one final blow after which we know nothing can be repaired to as it once was. We never know what that final blow will be, so we stop taking risks. We put locks on the chamber, we stop letting people come in, and we make our dreams and break them ourselves, all in our head. We become not what we were, but what our experiences made us to be.