03.23.09
So young at heart
Sometimes I ask, “When will my heart be wise?” But then I come to realize that being wise is an attribute of the mind, never of the heart. The heart will never be wise because it always chooses the pain. Maybe that is what hearts are made for, to feel hurt, to be at all times restless - as what it does - never stops beating - to keep us alive.
The heart is always volatile, unstable. You may be in love today, but tomorrow you may no longer be. And we can never tell the heart to feel otherwise.
