Where Head Meets Heart

Hearts are hard to enter, but easy to hurt.
They love hard, but break harder.
They can dance to the beat of euphoria, or they can wilt in the darkness of pain.

The mind is the most powerful tool, and the most dangerous to operate.
It can carry us through, or bury us under.
It can create bliss, and destroy exuberance.

When the two collide, it's either elation or catastrophe. They are either in perfect unison, or they are at war. Do we listen, or do we feel? Where is our soul in this equation?

When our heart and our mind are not slow dancing together, or plummeting into tragedy, we wait in a state of purgatory for our fate. We battle for balance. We make sense of what we know, and we search to understand what we don't.

When we come to the realization that heartbreak is out of our control, and that it's someone else who supersedes the power of our feelings, we lose sight of our reality. We wonder what we did wrong. Where it went wrong. What we could have done differently. A soul that was once warmth has been frostbitten, and our mind tells us this can't be real. But it is. And it will be. And you alone cannot change it. You want to feel like it is all a dream, so you feel with your heart. You want to work for the fight to pull through, so you think with your mind... only to realize you are playing tug-of-war with your soul. Ultimately realizing you are the only one putting forth the effort to battle the demons that have been blindly haunting the relationship.

Effort should be effortless. A beautiful irony, that is. Our will to work for alignment between our heart and head should always be a need, not a choice. When life becomes hard, so should our work to personify the quality of life we intrinsically believe we deserve. Our results are our reflection of our will. We define what failure is. We construct our underpinning of which we build our version of where we believe we should be, need to be, or want to be. Along the way, we meet many wrecking balls, who pull us so high just to come crashing down on what we spent so long assembling. And once we are down to our last brick, when there is nothing left to tear down, it is the dust that settles...not us. We rise. We rebuild. And we become better. The broken pieces still left of our heart are merely fragments of our mind that still want to hold on. Let them go. Our mind belongs to our heart, and what a love story that could be...