head or heart
by me
I make decisions with my head, not my heart. My heart leaves me vulnerable, unsafe. With my head making decisions I can see things in the light of cold objectivity, facts laid bare and clean, black and white, a distinct path. The heart is too messy, blurs too many colors, smears the path so that there is no clear right answer. With my head in charge, I am strong, calculating, untouched, and not touching, the situation. I am not a part of it. It is not a part of me. It cannot hurt me. I am isolated from it. I am isolated. It keeps me safe, by keeping me separate. Long after the choice has been made, and completed, I am still empty, unfulfilled.
Sometimes I let my heart decide. It is a scary experiment. I am wide open, exposed. The decision and the repercussions are a tidal wave. I am tossed about, soaking wet, but in the end still standing. I am connected, I am whole. When I choose with my heart it feels right with the universe. It feels unstable at first because it’s unfamiliar. But once I am there, it feels as if I have always been a part of it, infinitely connected.
My head keeps me safe, but leaves me hollow. My heart leaves me vulnerable, but unifies me.
I too prefer making decisions from the clarity, the objectivity of the head. The heart is much too sticky, unpredictable. It gets pulled every which way. I don’t know for sure, but I think many artists at first sketch in their art with pencil, so they have the general idea in black and white. Only then do they add their passion, in full color. Wisdom says that somewhere in life there is room for both ways of thinking, the black and white and the color.
John Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 21:01:31 +0000 To: johnwstarr@hotmail.com