The average human heart weighs about 11 ounces and is the size of a clenched fist.
It sounds quite small, really, but I am continuously reminded that the supreme organ of my anatomy is spectacular - both in organic matter and metaphor.
The past few months have taught me the heart is delicate yet determined. It is a fluid filled mess of nerves that exists solely to keep me going physically, and I suppose that reminds me of a similar task involving the heart's emotional parallels.
I know the average human heart is a chamber that pumps red and white blood cells, beating two and a half billion times in an average lifetime, but I liken my heart to a vast ocean.
For some, their ocean is a perfect storm of tumult. White, threatening waves crashing inside their soul, theirs is a heart that knows no peace. Others carry with them an ocean of turquoise, laced with white, sugary beaches and pairs of footprints in the sand.
Mine is an ocean yet to be charted on maps. Deep and powerful, changing with the seasons, my heart offers lots of promise, a place to quench adventure.
My heart is pure and untouched and fruitful.
I am feeling my way around my ocean. The steadfast belief in hope and faith keep me on my journey.
My valentine to you, my friends. May you have a wonderful Valentines Day, no matter how deep or shallow, how serene or complicated your ocean. -K