Of hearts and us

Is there really such a thing as 'follow your heart'?

From a jaded point of view, there isn't, because our hearts are always meant to be broken. I came to this conclusion many moons ago and was reminded of it in a conversation I had yesterday with a close friend. No matter what women do, their hearts will always be left wide open for a scapel to disfigure. It's whether they admit it or not.

For the insecure, admitting to something like that is like slapping themselves. Their personality doesn't permit them to dwell in reality. For the secure, they would rather not bother about such trival issues, because they have other things to busy themselves with. For the in-between, they don't even consciously know of the real issues until it surfaces.

Relationships are never easy to manage. Juggling a few work portfolios is a breeze compared to dealing with another person. When a relationship hits mud, the heart gets clogged. When the relationship goes on a glass sheet, the heart skids right past the goal post - like skiing, only the trail never ends even when your feet has given up! When it's on boring bitumin, the heart falls asleep.

So what happens when most follow their heart? Well, a slow death - time to harvest the organ and feed it to the dogs.