Heart

Heart.

Heart.

Heart.

It does sounds more than love.

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I really dislike using words so exhausted from use that they just have lost their meaning.

That’s why I don’t pay so much attention on the words (except for some special cases).

I pay attention on the words between the lines.

I can read the words between the lines.

I read couple of sentences and decide if they are of interest and if they are, I read the whole text trying to get only … a feeling about the person and his/hers ideas … feelings … perceptions of life.

And when I get the feeling I can only like the person and leave him on his way or in very rare occasions now I want to talk.

I can’t stand meaningless chats anymore. I had enough of them.

Let’s go back to the heart.

What is heart?

I always wonder if there is any difference between the heart and the soul.

The heart must me something at a lower level than the soul, or may be it is not. May be it is only a manifestation of the soul. May we know our souls? I am not sure. But we may know what our heart is. What is it telling us?

Sometimes people believe their hearts misled them. Sometimes they believe they made a mistake following their hearts. And in the material life it may looks like that.

But I think differently. I think that whenever you followed you heart, no matter what a pain it may cause at the end, was good. Good for your soul, for your self-realization. If you want the later, of course.

I think I always have followed my heart. I remember it was painful, but I have no regret for what I have done.

I think when you follow you heart, there are not many choices you need to make. Usually its only one choice. Because as an ancient eastern proverb says:
"The brain thinks, the soul knows."