The human heart is intriguing. It is one entity with the human brain, as with other organs in the human body, yet it usually separates itself from particularly the human brain when it comes to certain issues.
Issues that usually result in debates between the two organs. More often than not, the ears end up having some particularly difficult time deciding which is the lesser of two evils and listen to it.
The brain is technical. It calculates logics and probabilities, makes quick (often judgemental) conclusions based on information the five sensory neurones send. What we see, hear, touch, taste and smell - these are sufficient data to calculate the most logical of logics.
The heart is emotional. It does not calculate - it feels. The very working nature of this organ, being so subjective, makes it unreliable in decision-making, or so most of us think. For since there is no concrete evidence on which conclusions are made, they will not be persuasive, in technical terms.
I guess most people have taken the tumble for trusting their hearts, that they've then learnt the most valuable lesson of all - to trust the brain above all protests the heart makes. This makes the act of judging the book by its cover, justified. Because it's what the eyes see, what the ears hear, and conclusions made based on these data, are more likely to be true.
Then what's with the saying
there's more to it than it meets the eye? Less people appreciate that, because to see beyond the naked eye, is to see things with your heart.
What you see may not be exactly as what you think, yet what you think may just not be what you will see. What you ultimately say will depend on which one between the heart and the brain warrants your trust more.
So what's the karma, what's the deal? And why do I even care, if I am the perfect girl in your eyes? Odd as it seems, my heart did absorb every word, every sentence, even though my brain has long ejected from its memory database. And I am reacting to this unnecessary absorption by questioning my own integrity and my own character, and what ultimately defines me.
What goes around comes back around. Most people are judgemental. So am I.
I could be just getting the venom I spitted.
Oh, just why should I care. Yet, I (loserly) do.
The only consolation from such desolation that embraces me, is that
some people, just thismuch, see me with their hearts.
*If you think you know me, read my blog and think again.*