Caged Wild

 

You know, a strange thought crossed my mind today while I was just sitting quietly with a cup of Coffee in hand. I don’t know why, but it stuck with me. “Indeed, hearts are wild creatures… that’s why our ribs are cages.” And the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

Have you ever noticed how our hearts always want things they shouldn’t? A person we shouldn’t fall for… a dream we shouldn’t chase… a feeling we try so hard to ignore? Yet the heart, stubborn as ever, doesn’t listen. It keeps beating for things that may never happen, keeps longing for people who may never turn back, and keeps hoping even when logic tells us not to.

It’s like the heart has its own mind, wild, free, untamed. It doesn’t follow rules or limits. And maybe that’s why we need a cage of ribs around it. Not just to protect it physically, but to keep it in check. Otherwise, who knows where it would run?

There have been times in my life when I knew something wasn’t right for me, but my heart still wanted it. Some connections, some feelings, some chapters I should’ve never opened, but my heart didn’t care. It beat faster for all the wrong reasons and led me to all the wrong places. And yet, I can’t really blame it. That’s its nature. It feels deeply. It doesn’t calculate risk or think about consequences. It simply... feels.

But maybe that’s the beauty and the pain of having a heart like this. To love without logic. To hope without reason. To cry for something that never even began. To wait for someone who may never come back. All of that comes from the wildness within.

And sometimes, I feel that the ribs fail to keep it caged. Sometimes, that wild heart breaks free. It races, it aches, it bursts out in tears, or leaps in joy. It does what it wants, no matter how much we try to tame it with silence or distractions.

But still… I think I’d rather have a wild heart than a lifeless one.

Because even if it hurts, even if it strays, even if it breaks into pieces once in a while, it reminds me that I’m alive. That I still feel. That I still care. That I still have dreams and desires that are real, raw, and mine.

So yes, the heart is a wild creature. And maybe the ribs are not meant to imprison it, but to hold it just enough so it doesn’t destroy itself entirely. Maybe they’re there to remind it that while it’s free to feel, some feelings need to be handled gently, wisely. And maybe... just maybe... the wildness of the heart is what makes us human in the first place.