Interpret With Ignorance, Not Malice.

I'm sitting in a room that once used to be mine. Completely unrecognizable to the prior, the dark walls and antique furniture stare at me as if I'm the foreign object, as if I'm the one that doesn't belong. The sun is out, incandescently showering the landscape beyond the walls with it's polarizing rays, spreading it's wealth as it revolves about. The whispered hum of the vacuum is driven in differing angles, dragging it's pitch along with it.

I stare at the ceiling and being to wonder; I begin to think. Not the type of usual thinking, where the aforementioned minutiae would go unnoticed or disregarded, but facing the real of it all.

But then again, what is real?

We all create illusions of what the present is dealing, what the past has dealt, and what hand the future is supposed to hold. Whether we feel it's a full house and we reach out to collect our chips, or a jubilee of less-than-synchronized numbers, leaving us with empty pockets and a baffled mindset, things are never as they seem.

You may think you're running a sprint but it's really a marathon. You may think you're failing miserably, but you're really doing okay. You may think, but you could be wrong. Everyone thinks, and everyone is wrong.

There's a difference between logos and pathos, mentality and emotionality.

This maxim of humanity, of life, continues to perpetuate the notion that these two items are separate, that they're a battling paradox which have no purpose for intermixing. It's interesting to detail what we strive for and so greatly value: seeing rational thought as a savior of sorts, yet time and time again it's our intuition, our conscience, our emotions that serve as our most looked to advisers, whether you're able to come to its admittance or not.

As bruised and battered, spoiled and loved as I have been, I can still say I'm profoundly in agreement with the famous poets, authors and philosophers who have become cage-free in noting the power of honoring our heart's guidance throughout the ages. Not that there's no room for rationality, as there's a time and place for everything, but finding that true balance takes a mature wisdom, one in which majority of the world is too blind to see.

I take my attention off of the ceiling and onto the screen, rolling back the technological pages of life's occurrences, and remember. My thoughts haphazardly play games with me, fading in and out of happiness and contentment, like a puzzle of scattered images reminding me of what was. I'm thinking about the past, but this time searching for the real.

Both the positive and negative about that, though, is that I found it.

"Don't try to reason with your heart - or feel with your mind - for, just as the heart knows no logic, the mind can't lead you to your soul."

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