It's scary to leave a relationship when we're comfortable and content even though we know in our heart of hearts that it leaves us terribly unfulfilled in ways we may not be able to articulate. You can tell yourself things are so wonderful, but inside at the core you know you're not happy. You can tell yourself that you are loved, you have posh idyllic digs and dishes, someone to come home to, nothing to really gripe about. But a nagging voice echos a resounding truth from deep within and cannot be muted for long -- lest she wreak havoc on the body to get your attention.
Is this yet another battle between head vs. heart? How incredible is it that the heart gets shushed by the head all too often, for way too long? The heart whispers her veraciousness from what we pass off as the pools of emotion -- those ethereal pools that don't always get cred on the map that our head puts together.
"A map is more unreal than where you've been or how you feel" - Feist
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