Brain & Heartcare

As mental choices and decisions set in motion, I can't help but feel a little mentally overwhelmed. Well, if you might have guessed, these decisions that have led me to this path, are rather difficult, oddly unethical and strangely irrelevant to even think about it.

You know, you can have the best reactions, the best attractions, the best mental capabilities or the best state of senses, but nothing can stand in the way of the HEART. At times, we encounter a moment in our lives that our brain and heart can never agree upon a particular decision. The brain tells you it's so wrong, but the heart is not sync in the decision making. The brain tells you it is not ethical and it is just a fallacy; a moment of agony and disparity. But the heart fonder as the entity or intent approaches.

The brain lays out the pros and cons, the implications, the consequences and the dreadful considerations of public relations. Our brain, if put to good use, has the ability to provide us with a ten seconds strategic cause-effect mental mind map, right before our eyes, before we actually make a particular decision. But the heart is one, whereby it beats and sometimes skips a beat. Your eyes tunnels at a lower angle, in which one can almost see his nose. Then that's the time where you believe in "gut-feeling", "hope", "luck", "faith" and "fate". But are those essentially reliable and conclusive? ...And you follow through with that decision...

I'm not exactly confused, nor am I at a state whereby everything is alright. But, more like a state of let-go and better-try-next-time. A friend asked me last week, "why..?". My answer to him was a very practiced kind of reply. I know my habits have been pushing crates into distances, but somehow I just feel that conceptual contexts seem to be a greater influence over the humanistic side of things. And that is probably due to such greater influences, that I don't have any..., at the end of the day.

There's always this unavailability residing beneath the skin. And when there is the slightest residue of hope, things start to get piled and buried away. Sometimes because of the bad timing, the existing arrangements and often because of ethical issues. And I will simply smile and tell myself, "Perhaps...perhaps another time". Can I say that because of such prolong lost of purpose and unavailability, that it has become a norm to react and behave in such a forgetting manner? That I can simply press delete and forget about this humanistic warm entity inside of me? And let my brain process it as "Just not your luck".

PS: Some deep rattles which I've given much thoughts about. Could have been summarized in a paragraph but if you do understand, then cheers.

"Can a new environment cause a resurrection in a person's heart?" - frostdude