Oftentimes, it feels like my mind and my heart are in disagreement.
My mind is like a critical parent telling me what’s practical and what is doable.
My heart is like a child in a fantasy land which wants everything nice and pretty.
When I follow my mind, the little child inside me is not happy, it is constantly aching.
When I try to follow the child’s ideals, I fall on my face and bruise myself.
The rare moments happen when both the parent and the child agree on something.
It feels like the entire universe aligns for me when my mind and my heart align.
So now-a-days people call me picky and perfectionist, but I wait patiently for my mind and my heart’s agreement on things, as both the parent and the child must work together.
Indeed the grand vision of my life is fulfilled when every part of me is in harmony with one another.