I wish the sensibility of my Mind was also the sensibility of my Heart.
I think I know the problem.
For the most part, the heart just feels, it doesn’t know how
to think, so to even expect my heart to have an IQ, is really asking too much.
My heart also speaks a different language than my mind, so any concentrated
attempt for the two to communicate and be on the same page, is just wishful
thinking… I believe it’s possible, but fact is, it’s NOT easy, and I have not
figured it out!
If only my heart could understand things the way my mind
does, making decisions, learning, moving forward based on lessons… Ya, that
would be awesome!
My mind loves to take any experience, good and bad, and say,
“What can I glean from this?” Each time the information gleaned from an event
involving the heart, my mind puts effort into explaining it to my heart. Then
my heart raises a thumbs-up a flashcard as if to say, “I get it”, but without
fail, my heart is lying.
My heart has a FAR lower IQ than my mind.
It says it understands, but what it proves time and time again is that it’s behind. My heart wants to be as smart as my mind, but it has learning disabilities, and even sometimes tries to explain to my mind why 2 and 2 MIGHT JUST equal 8.
Poor Silly Heart…
My heart has a FAR lower IQ than my mind.
It says it understands, but what it proves time and time again is that it’s behind. My heart wants to be as smart as my mind, but it has learning disabilities, and even sometimes tries to explain to my mind why 2 and 2 MIGHT JUST equal 8.
Poor Silly Heart…
I think it’s a little bit mute too… hence the flashcards.
So, my mind keeps trying to teach my heart English… my mind
won’t give up.
My heart is a romantic, busy looking at sunsets, flowers, rainbows, kittens, the pretty and the beautiful, and it sits there full of hope; smiling.
My heart is a romantic, busy looking at sunsets, flowers, rainbows, kittens, the pretty and the beautiful, and it sits there full of hope; smiling.
Sometimes crying rivers while trying to smile… holding up
flash cards with “2+2=8”.
My English speaking mind says “No Sweetheart, I know you want that, I know that would make you happy, and I know 8 is a wonderful number… but you can’t control others, you can’t force 8 to be the answer, you need to accept things the way they are…”
My English speaking mind says “No Sweetheart, I know you want that, I know that would make you happy, and I know 8 is a wonderful number… but you can’t control others, you can’t force 8 to be the answer, you need to accept things the way they are…”
And my heart just cries, head down, with it’s flashcards in
a disheveled pile, not understanding.
I’m not wholly speaking about myself when I talk about this… I know many people
feel this way. So this isn’t about me; Natalie, this is about how some of us
find it… and damnit, we find it frustrating.
I’m willing to bet there are people out there who have their heart and mind speaking the same language, possibly with coordinating IQ’s, who can FEEL what they think… This must be the case for some, and if some people exist… I’m jealous.
I also believe there are people out there who managed to beat their heart over the head so well with 2+2=4, that the heart gave in, and stopped holding up flash cards with sunsets and rainbows…
I’m willing to bet there are people out there who have their heart and mind speaking the same language, possibly with coordinating IQ’s, who can FEEL what they think… This must be the case for some, and if some people exist… I’m jealous.
I also believe there are people out there who managed to beat their heart over the head so well with 2+2=4, that the heart gave in, and stopped holding up flash cards with sunsets and rainbows…
That’s sad, I don’t want to become one of those people, I am
choosing to let my heart adore the pretty stuff, and in doing so, my heart
sometimes hurts. It aches, it cries… I have to let it suffer, give it time, try
to teach it English, and hope it heals well enough to pick up flash cards
again, smiling and communicating in it’s simple -low IQ ways, feeling hopeful once
more.
If the heart were able to understand, there would be less heartache, pain, tears, “suffering”…
I’m keen to master myself, to know ME, to understand how I
work, and be on top of my emotions and feelings, but as long as this “Poor
Silly Heart” is behind, I have no choice but to move at a slower pace, and to
be patient with it.
I am currently confident that the Heart will catch up to my Mind… that one day my heart will finally “get” 2+2=4. Surely, it must!
One day…
I am currently confident that the Heart will catch up to my Mind… that one day my heart will finally “get” 2+2=4. Surely, it must!
One day…
Eventually…
Right?
Added a few days later:
I’ve made a realization.
I’ve made a realization.
I’ve been thinking that my heart can’t understand my
mind, when it’s really a two way street.
My mind doesn’t always understand the flashcards!
Here I was wanting my heart to be smarter, when my mind could do with being smarter too!!
My mind doesn’t always understand the flashcards!
Here I was wanting my heart to be smarter, when my mind could do with being smarter too!!
My heart has finally held up some flash cards my mind understands, and the heart sighs relief as important info is communicated.
Now my mind is able to have a little more compassion and patience..
Hal-i-loooo!
Now my mind is able to have a little more compassion and patience..
Hal-i-loooo!
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