This quote appears on the back of a book that I am about to read. Just reading it exercises me greatly. What would be the purpose of my three hearts if I were so lucky.
One would certainly be my actual anatomical heart, working hard keeping me alive.
The second I think would be a super resilient heart to house all heartbreak, sadness and grief that life serves up.
But number three, well that would be the heart of love, the one that makes every day special, the one that expands as required. The one that looks into a sunset and concludes that another day has been well-lived.