If we were to place two living heart cells from different people in a petrie dish, they would in time find and maintain a third and common beat. This is cellular proof that beneath any resistance we might poise and beyond all our attempts that fall short, there is in the very nature of life itself some joining force. This inborn ability to find and enliven a common beat is the miracle of love. For if two cells can find the common pulse beneath everything, how much more can full hearts feel when all excuses fall away?
The drive toward the common beat is the force beneath curiosity and compassion. It’s what makes strangers talk to strangers, despite the discomfort. It’s how we risk new knowledge. We find a way to sing the one voiceless song.
It feels incredibly uplifting that without ever knowing each other, there exists a common beat between all hearts just waiting to be felt.
Perhaps this is the secret – that every time we dare to voice what beats within, we invite some other heart cell that lives between us to sing.