Let's Not Blame The Conflicts Of Heart And Brain In Every Situation. They Know They Are One And Belong

Let's not blame the conflicts of heart and brain in every situation. They know they are one and belong to each other. No decision reaches the brain to contemplate before the heart already approves of it. They have this deal signed, with no apprehensions and doubts. So if our brain decides something that later proves wrong, let's not say we didn't hear of our heart. We did. If not us, then the brain did. And the heart and brain both had made it a goal, to lead you and me to the doom, while they laugh viciously at the background. Thus, it is not heart Vs brain. It is 'heart and brain' Vs 'me and you'.

There were starry night, beautiful evenings, warm sun, and red hued mornings, even before I began perceiving them. They didn't need my recognition to exist and be themselves. I only acknowledged them when I had enough brains to.

We don't need others to recognise us. Let's just be there, exist, be our best beautiful self. And the best ones will acknowledge it as soon as they find their senses.

People do not care for people. People care for what comes with them. This is a harsh reality that people often deny to accept. While aspiring to become the epitome of selflessness, we forget being selfish is what brought us here as a race. So, let's not pretend being decent and oh-so-kind humans, when all we want is the most of everything.

It intrigues me a whole lot, how peaceful the sky is even when there is so much chaos, and pain, and death below. It is strange as well as assuring. The gentle blue peace of sky is sure to remain unaffected no matter what conspires below. Often, it makes me believe that while my life may have storms and hurricanes, the horrendous nights will always be followed by bright, orange red mornings. That while I may not have anything to be happy about, I'd still be glad for the new day.

"Your walls were so low, I am literally dancing in your garden right now, with my haphazard steps destroying your most favourite flowers.", they said.

I looked at the dead flowers on the ground ready to decompose as if never there, "You see the flowers in my garden don't define me since I have a storage of healthy seeds back home. Keep dancing till your legs hurt."

And then I walked inside my home, settling on my cozy couch, a warm mug of coffee in my hands, looking at the funny view outside.

The comedy of life or the tragedy of death.

What should I believe in?