Heart Over Mind.

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We have this beautiful whisper in our bodies which guides through this vessel I call truth. This whisper just knows what it’s saying. It knows, midst your confusion, the right thing to do.

This whisper is our heart.

I think we’ve been told not to listen to our hearts and have developed this negative image towards our feelings. We discard them at times, thinking they’re primitive and misleading. But I’ve just had an experience which proved completely otherwise, and I am willing to share it for I think it has turned so many things around.

I must say that not all of us are wired to trust our hearts. Some of us can see clearly through their minds’ calculations and interpretations, while others can be grounded with the stability of their bodies. That’s okay. We all need to be honest in the path leading to self-understanding and discovery, to know how we feel alive.

Last September, I silently told myself to let my heart go for a while and focus on using my mind in all situations, rather extensively. I wanted to experiment being an entirely new person and it did work. All at once, my mind started rummaging for interpretations, extensive analysis and arguments to support decisions and what not. It was extremely stressful, to be honest. Although I have made it a priority to be guided with passion, I let it accompany me in the background. I let it linger there, ignored for most times of the day.

My mind was empowered and exercised. It did a great deal of thinking to weigh down evidence for and against everything I was doing. But just a couple of days ago, it came down to me like an epiphany—

This is not how I work.

I do truly see envision life with my heart and only that. Even the most practical decisions are solely supported by the whispers of my intuition, backed by emotions so crude and original. I do use my mind, but to somehow bring in analysis in a way that facilitates making decisions, but does not define it. The heart somehow knows, it has this vision, it knows what to do, and I trust it gently.

The heart knows which situation lands us in peace. Peace does not always mean eternal happiness— it verily is the constant ups and downs that create a continuum of balance which helps us learn and thrive. The heart knows when we need to slow down, or on the contrary, pick up speed and rush away, outside of our comfort zones, and it does so with ultimate passion, no matter the sacrifices that must be made, as long as it is inherently sparking our missions and purposes to life.

The world’s view with my mind was quite empty. It was awfully biased and I recall having to create and make up positive feelings in order to remain grateful and satisfied, yet, by the end of the day, I would call this an unsuccessful trial. A world without a heart is such a cold place, it is void and lacklustre, lacking all the colours that the mind was built to analyse and sort out. This is where my mind truly thrives, to keep observing and thinking about the many possibilities and opportunities, fuelled by the epiphanies of a beating heart.

Those days, I can sense this authenticity, this peace that I hadn’t witnessed in a while, perhaps since last summer. I can sense that my heart is beating wildly, constantly working to rearrange the patterns of life, while my mind helps it to find out what patterns would do best and align well with the needs of the situation.

I must say this should apply to everyone, with our respected differences. We should not risk viewing the world in a way we were not quite tailored to view it in. We are distinct. We shouldn’t try to be people we aren’t.

Midst my mistakes, I have learned a crucial lesson. I’m inwardly thankful for this opportunity, to make amends, to thrive again.

Again, I realise what a blessing it is to be wrong.

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