Amidst the warmth of a golden day, Reality alighted on my shoulders. Its big eyes pierced through mine, Penetrating the deepest cellar of my soul;
Time’s relentless run paused—for a beat. I sat on my paddleboard, Soft waves caressing it tenderly, like a lullaby. I drifted… Enveloped by a floating magic carpet of infinite blue…
I marveled at the sunlight’s delicate strokes, Feathering the crests of waves. All calm as it was blue; Infinite, linear, and placid.
In this evanescent flash, Time stretched for breaths, In slow, harmonic sways, While birds above Soared as freely as my thoughts.
I surrendered my worries, Opening the door to joy and gratitude, Their bold entrance filling my heart With peace and serenity.
I spread my fragile, ethereal wings And released my spirit to rise high, Beyond enchanted realms, Surpassing all earthly bliss. Just for a moment… For this is short-lived contentment.
In that ephemeral flight, the wind’s whisper Reminded me of reality awaiting my return.
Like a brief summer breeze, Life passes swiftly; Our precious time is fleeting — a spark in the shadow of eternity.
Soon, we’ll drown In the endless night of forever-darkness. Like a rock plummeting into the deepest canyon, We’ll become a hollow thud— A forgotten echo in numbed stillness. Every memory of us disintegrating, Into grains in dust scattered by the wind.
“Marry the one you love,” said the heart confidently. “If you listen to me, then you will know who and when.” “No,” said the brain. “Your heart is deceitful. Marry the person that is right for you.” “How do you know who is right?” I asked. “The right man is a good man. He treats you well and will take care of you. You will have a good life with him,” assured the brain. “But what about love?” I asked the brain. “Love is an abstract concept, undefined,” answered the brain. “It can be learned through years of mutual respect and understanding. This path provides stability and security, which are essential for a long-lasting relationship.” “What about passion, the intense feelings that make my heart race, and the sensuality that brings us closer?” I asked curiously. “Do what’s right for you. Feelings are deceptive,” reassured the brain. “Passion and sensuality can fade, but mutual respect and understanding grow stronger over time.” “How do I know what’s right and what’s deceptive?” I asked, confused. The brain did not answer.
“Let me ask my guts,” I said, seeking clarity. “Marry the one you love, my dear,” said Guts. “You can’t learn love; you have to feel it. If you follow my guidance, you’ll know deep inside it’s not deceptive. Following your heart brings happiness, joy, and deep emotional fulfillment, making life more meaningful.” “Guts, but what if he doesn’t love me?” “There is nothing you can do about his feelings,” Guts said gently. “If you love him but he doesn’t love you back, it will break your heart. Are you ready to take this risk, my dear?” So I asked my heart, “Are you ready to be broken?” but my heart remained silent. Then I asked my brain, “Can a life without love still be happy?” but my brain gave no response. “I don’t know what to do!” I cried in despair.
Then Guts continued, “If you listen to your brain, it’s a wise decision, but your heart will be empty. Stability and security come with this choice, but you might feel unfulfilled. If you listen to your heart, then you might get hurt. Love and passion bring joy but also vulnerability. But if you go with what I tell you, you’ll find a balance between emotion and logic, guiding you towards what feels fundamentally right.” Guts went on to say, “Listen to your heart’s calling. Consulting your brain means marrying for reasons other than love. Ultimately, the decision is yours. Trust your intuition to balance both perspectives.”
I did not follow my guts. Now, I find myself at a crossroads, wondering if the path I chose was truly the one meant for me. The puzzle of love, logic, and instinct continues to shape my journey, a riddle we all face regardless of gender. We make mistakes, our choices sometimes lead to heartbreak, or things turn out differently than we expected. Yet, we search and follow love again. These internal battles and the lessons we learn from them make us more empathetic and wise. Ultimately, if you choose logic, you may find yourself longing for love, as I am now. When children come into the picture, it can be difficult to turn things around, but these experiences further enrich our understanding and meaning of love.
Wolverine Lily 