The War Goes On  

goldri452 64M
74 posts
2/20/2006 9:36 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The War Goes On

My mind and heart are not in sync. My mind tells me to be safe, be careful, be still. My heart tells me reach for the heights, don't worry so much, no joy comes without risks. My heart is like a child who knows no consequences. My mind is like a parent warning the child of expected pitfalls. Then there is a part of me that is neither heart nor mind; the watcher who makes no judgement, who has no agenda. The watcher sits upon the mountain overlooking the scene of battle, taking no sides, disinterested awareness. Oh that I could remain upon the mountaintop and not be caught in the fray below.

My mind carries the sword of judgement and justice. My heart carries the arrows of desire. The watcher simply observes requiring no weapon.

rm_PurryKitty2 48M/49F
9753 posts
2/20/2006 10:12 am

Baffling, isnt it?

Purry {=}


moonlightphoenix 45F
6508 posts
2/23/2006 7:24 am

This could have been written by me. Sigh. Fight or flee? The eternal question. The logical self vs. the emotional self. Do you fight for your dreams, or allow them to remain dreams? Are they worth fighting for, or should you face "reality" and work within those confines? Does being a "grownup" mean confining your heart and accepting the terms imposed by others, or does it mean taking those big chances, risking everything you've previously worked for in exchange for something bigger, brighter, more explosively wonderful? What do you do if that bigger, brighter, more explosively wonderful thing turns out to be pretty much the same as what you had in the first place? What if that sandcastle turns back into grains and runs through your fingers and out of your life? Is it better to have loved and lost or been wrong, than to never have dropped everything and chased after that possibility in the first place? Are we kidding ourselves, or are we the ones others wish they could be, with the inner strength to hold tight to our convictions and always live large? Or are we simply deluding ourselves and stopping our ears against the snickers of the crowd gathered to watch our foolish fumblings yet again?

I don't think we'll ever truly know.

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