Love=Vulnerable

C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it careful round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless-it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable... The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers of love is Hell."

That's a rough one for me to read (quote in Captivating). Am I really capable of love? Am I really capable of being vulnerable? Is it selfishness that keeps me from sharing my life with others? That is a scary thought.

Well, it is something that I am working on. Working my hardest but I still feel like I am failing miserably. I'm the type of person who puts my heart in a box and never ever opens the box. I don't even let myself open it, which creates even bigger problems. I'm working to trust and grow in my relationships with people so that I can share my life with them because I do love my friends and love is vulnerability.