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The Heart continues to beat while battling Lyme Disease
It is with the sincerest intent to acknowledge and expose the heart's significant and vital role it temporarily but unyielding fulfills in a life. This simply amazing and precious treasure seems to rest in the shadow of our undesirable burden. Certain doubt and unrelenting frustration obstruct the existing and unappreciative proof that life still breaths inside all of us. It is the true life force that fuels our actions regardless of the intended outcomes. For there is never a moment more precious than the heart's dedication to never contemplate or act upon any notion of surrender.
A steadfast beat with the intentions to carry on the fight until its impending end becomes all but reversible. Its understanding of failure is nonexistent, for the undeniable persistence it puts forth is the reason for its success. No amount of the appropriate gratitude is ever placed before it, though an expected praise for its duties is never called upon. There is but no other piece to life that is as critical for sustaining it as much as the heart is.
The heart is most commonly credited as the place of origin for love. Though this may be just abstract, there is no denying it indefinitely powers the passion that one undesirably intends to impose on another.
Within an instant, it determines the end of life or the beginning of death. It serves just one life as the crossroads for a fuel and power that brings life to all corners of our physical being. In the fear of the unknown, it brings nothing but security as it reminds us of all we are certain of and have ever known to be. Words could never truly depict even the greatest of gratitude ever felt for its duty. The day thanks is given is the day the heart displays the same plastered face it unveils towards its purpose.
The heart's truest reflections are the triumphs and failures of its beholder. For never will it ask for a return of favor, nor relinquish its inalienable purpose during an impending state of nonexistent gratitude. No life can be without the raw and beautiful power it has solely obtained. It is the undeniable proof that all that is felt, surpasses all that is seen as the assurance of existence and being. Though it is not immune to our foolish decisions, it fuels our ability to continue their genesis.
It should serve to imbue our intentions of completely eradicating any trace or mark of disease from a momentarily fragile life that is nothing but held so dear. As within the continuum, certain life will cease to exist one day. The heart will no longer contain the ability to carry on its short lived purpose. Though its journey will live on through what will never be remembered, unbeknownst to its beholder, it is the greatest treasure possessed.