pickles

The heart is a fickle thing. No matter how many times you deny it, your heart is the ultimate controller of your actions. The mind and soul will put up a good fight, but in the end, every particular sign and marquee will insist, follow your heart. This becomes a problem when the persuasive center of your being continually changes its mind on things beyond its control. In order to keep an undependable heart in check, you have to find its crux. Consider your deepest fascinations, write about them. Think of the people you would die without, thank them. And most of all, uncover the fervent desires of your entirety, and achieve them. A fickle heart is the most constant thing in the world, and through discovery of your own, it can remain a metamorphosing overseer of your dreams and actions.

One thought on “pickles

Leave a comment