It is a good thing, having a heart. Without one, you are reduced to a machine that cannot process that beyond the concrete, and apparent. One would be reduced to a robot incapable of anything other than brash and erratic assumption, presumptions, and the like. One would be boring, bland, and mean. The heart tells you what really goes on, even if everything points to something else. Because the heart never lies. It is funny, your closest and most trusted friends backstab you, and you want to just hate them and throw them away, but your heart tells you not to. Because your heart sees the big picture, even if you cannot, and it guides you to doing the right thing. You want to feel a certain way about someone, but your heart tells you not to, because your heart knows what is right for you. Without a heart, one can only be an empty shell, devoid of feelings and emotions that make one worth existing. To exist, to live, to love and hurt, to cry and laugh. Anguish, despair, sorrow, anger, happiness, and fun, it is all a part of existence, and one must be able to endure it all, to fully exist.
Tee the Wicked · Tue Aug 10, 2010 @ 01:16pm · 0 Comments |