Sometimes, we walk away from something even though it is difficult to do so. Sometimes we do it hoping that we’ll find ourselves back there once again in a wishfully not too distant future. And sometimes we do it knowing that it’s the only way, and nothing else was ever meant to be.
Have you followed your heart and regretted having done so?
The heart is always right, I once thought,
Wise in a way I don’t understand.
Sending signs of a beautiful future,
That is only waiting for me to take a step.
Oh how I have followed my heart,
And bended and groveled, and threw myself at its mercy…
How I’ve rushed to its wants and desires and treaded on its heels abidingly,
Believing that it would take me to where I needed to be.
But the fickle heart carries no wisdom at all.
It runs and chases and gets carried away.
A brittle leaf on a rapid stream, unaware and uncaring.
Invincible it feels, but oh so severely it breaks,
Into millions of pieces, large and small.
But learn, it does not.
Who but the heart has such audacity,
To get hurt willingly again and again?
The mind on the other hand, he has wisdom.
Free of enslaving whimsies and emotions that disease the heart,
You can count on your mind to give you sound advice.
Careful and thoughtful it treads.
Measuring and calculating, it does.
It plans, and plans, and plans.
The mind with its realities and analyses
Battles the unreliable craze that is the heart.
High and drugged on romantic thrills,
It pleads and nudges you to ignore your mind.
Whoever wins the battle, you become.