“Between Every Beat”

 The Chambers Within

People often ask me what is going on.“Why do you keep collapsing, Joice?”

I usually smile and give them the easiest answer. I tell them it is my heart. After all, that is what the doctors say too. It is a simple explanation, one that people understand without asking too many questions.But what I never tell them is that my heart has always carried more than it was designed to.Sometimes, in the quiet moments of the night, I wonder if the problem is not the heart itself, but everything it has been holding for years.Every chamber seems to contain something different.One holds memories.

Not the grand memories that people frame on walls or celebrate on anniversaries, but the small ones. Fleeting moments that should have disappeared long ago yet somehow remain untouched by time. Moments that arrive unexpectedly and sit beside me like old friends.

Another chamber holds imagination.It is strange how a single thought can travel through years without losing its colour. Some thoughts grow older with us. They mature, they change shape, but they never leave. Instead, they quietly become part of who we are. They accompany us through every season of life, appearing in songs, stories, late-night reflections, and unfinished dreams.Then there is a chamber filled with smiles.Not my own.The kind of smile that has the power to make an ordinary day unforgettable. The kind that lingers in your memory long after the moment itself has passed. It is remarkable how something so simple can leave such a permanent mark on a person.And somewhere else, there is a chamber filled with eyes.Eyes that taught lessons without speaking. Eyes that made silence feel meaningful. Eyes that transformed simple moments into stories and ordinary days into memories worth revisiting.I often think about how strange the human heart is.

Science tells us it pumps blood, keeps us alive, and works tirelessly every second of every day. Yet somehow it also becomes a home for things that cannot be measured. It carries dreams, hopes, unanswered questions, and pieces of moments that refuse to fade. Perhaps that is why mine behaves the way it does.Perhaps it is exhausted from carrying so much.Not pain.Not regret.Just memories that became too beautiful to let go.The funny thing is that I never try to escape them. In fact, I enjoy visiting them. There is a certain comfort in returning to places that no longer exist except within your own heart. A certain peace in remembering things that shaped you, even if they were never truly yours to keep.

Maybe that is why I continue to write.Every story, every thought, every sentence feels like an attempt to understand the chambers within me. To discover why some memories remain brighter than others. To understand why certain smiles still appear in my mind during difficult days. To understand why a single thought can survive the passing of years.So when people ask me what is wrong with my heart, I simply smile. Because the truth is, I do not think my heart is broken.I think it is simply full.Full of memories, full of imagination, full of moments that never left, and full of a story that continues to live quietly between every beat.

 Joice joy❤