A friend recently forwarded some quotes. One caught my eye –
“Dear Heart, please stop getting involved in everything. Your job is to pump blood, that’s it!”
Life would have been so much simpler if the heart just did its job and didn’t go around feeling so much. Everything would have been less complicated. There’d be no grey while reasoning – a picture perfect, black & white world. We’d breathe easier, no heartaches, wouldn’t put on weight or cry at life’s little nudges. We wouldn’t need retail therapy or become chocoholics! I, for one, wouldn’t cry at the sentimentality of my own failures! Wouldn’t spend sleepless nights wondering why I was wronged, what could I have done differently, what needs fixing in my life.
Then way below amongst her other quotes, I found an equally interesting corollary –
“The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind”
Now, doesn’t it make you want to scream?
Equally true, the mind is the key to life’s game of chess. Stronger the mind, stronger the arguments. It’s persistence ensures that we’re never at peace with ourselves. Sometimes its deadly silence allows the heart to grow fonder and then later, it enjoys seeing it squirm under its harsh truth-o-meter. The mind lets the heart emote instinctively and then ruminates at leisure at its utter stupidity.
Who do I listen to? Who do I allow free reign? Do I adapt according to situational contexts or do I try to uphold the real me – one who wants to ‘feel’ every moment of life?
Goodness, this deadly internal battle between the heart and mind always leaves me devastated. No wonder, my decision making skills suck big time and I mostly prefer to just ‘not decide’.
And then someone pointed out, ‘its still a decision, if you’ve decided not to decide!’
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