The Heart and the Mind
A synchrony of melancholy and pure joy storming in my heart, trying to make headway through my lips in the form of words. Alas, the mind is inarticulate to curate the chaos of this storm.
But how shall the heart stop, when the storm outside, with its glistening rain pouring under the golden lights of the street, keeps stirring and stirring this silly heart, which turns fanatical with every enchanting painting the universe paints, and every moment of that painting the two windows called eyes capture.
Can I really oppose this keyed up romanticist, ponders the mind, which perceives the lightning as a spark when two clouds meet, the loud beating of their hearts as thunders, their love showering like the rain washing away the grimes of the inappetent world.
It jumps in anticipation as it witnesses the love around it, whilst agonizing over the pain of solitude. It craves the passion with which a river flows, cutting through mountains and plateaus to converge into the sea. The burning desire of the sun to catch a glimpse of the moon, melting down on the horizon, blushing at its sight. The devotion with which sunflowers marvel at the glory of the sun every single day. The perseverance of the roaring tides to reach the shore, settling tenderly at its warm, tranquil touch.
But the burden of being a dreamer is onerous in this forlorn world, where deception and infidelity are a lifestyle. So I, the mind says, feign ignorance to shield the heart's chastity and mush, impeding it from the pursuit of its archaic ideologies of love. Its bouts of exuberance and awe are so inexplicably bewitching that they set ablaze an inimitable sense of fulfillment in me. For the heart to stay as is, I will blithely carry the burden of logic and keep the squalor from reaching it. Fantasizing about love, never experienced, is better than the possibility of devastation over its loss.
How unfortunate that the obscured perception springing from the mind's habit to reason has blinded it to the epiphany that the heart's notions of affection are born from the mind's own amorous displays.
Date: August 27, 2023 · 1:37am Tags: essay, love, heart, mind