Know Thy Heart

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge.
— Lord Byron

We all hear the phrase "follow your heart".  But really, what the hell does it mean?

If I truly followed my heart, I would be dead or stuck in some horrible prison somewhere.  We are animals with both reason and logic and our whole life is spent navigating between these two unruly masters who are actually governing what we do on a day to day basis.  Oh, and the fact that we are biologically hardwired.

It was recently pointed out to me that we can't always follow our heart.  And, I must agree with them - although, somewhat unwillingly.  However, we all try, I think, to find our heart in what we do and it this action which truly defines our world.  Yet, even armed with this knowledge, it is something I have great trouble in doing.

I quite often find myself swinging between the soporific desire to create "Hallmark moments", painting everything nihilistic black, or just mocking the whole damn thing as a fool's errand.  I can't find the middle ground, and I truly admire those that can.  Now, I don't mean to say that one is better than the other...just different...

Fuck it!  I don't really know what I want to say...but a little of it is in the Trover photo post below.  Try to enjoy it without the desire to mock it...but if you want to mock it or paint it black...Heh, who am I to stop you?.

Freshwater West

Freshwater West

As we turned the corner making our way further along the grassy slopes that sauntered beside the coastal rocks, we bid farewell to the welcoming jaws of Freshwater West.

The earth, sky, and water merged together on the horizon, a lazy point of everything and nothing, awakening both momentarily and infinitely.

We can dream when we are fully awake and, all the while, every part of your body knows something that the mind can't hope to understand; we are all poets both living and dead on a small green-blue orb in the middle of nowhere.

Trover Photo Post

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