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The Heart Gets What The Heart Wants...

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As I get older, I am able to look back with more experience and knowledge at things I might not have done so well in my youth.  I could fill many volumes with my stupid mistakes and thoughtless actions.  But, in my defense, that is more or less the trademark of youth.  You're supposed to be stupid, aren't you, friends and neighbors?

But what is your excuse when you get older?  We're supposed to exercise caution.  We're supposed to exercise patience.  After all, we've been burned before, have we not?  And we have greater responsibilities and expectations.  Right?

I would agree, with one serious exception.  I have never argued with my heart.  I have followed it with reckless abandon.  I have thrown away any trace of rational thought and followed what my heart wanted.

Has my heart my gotten me in trouble?  I would answer no.  Has my heart made mistakes?  I would again answer no.  Now I will grant you, friends and neighbors, that things have pretty unanimously ended poorly.  But I don't blame my heart.  I blame my head for those mistakes.  I blame lots of things for those blunders.  Granted, the heart and the head are part and parcel of the whole unit.  So we can't really blame one part without casting blame on the other.

So what then am I getting at.  What I'm saying, friends, is that life is far to short to not follow your heart.  Love.  Love often.  Love totally.  Find yourself at that scary cliff and just jump.  What's the worst thing that could happen?  Your heart gets broken, yes.  But you loved, did you not?

Yes, I am in love.  Yes, I'm the same writer that has been pretty down on all things tender.  Yes, I tried to cut my heart out for the last many years.  But, let me again say, Yes, I am in love.  And I am going to follow my heart.  I am going to pursue her.  I am going to dream of her.  I am going to long for her.  I am going to want nothing more than to be with her all the time.

She's away from me right now.  And I think of her all the time.  I want so badly to fall asleep her.  I want to wake up with her.  I want to laugh with her.  And talk to her.  I want to walk with her.  I want to say nothing and just look at her.  And run my hands through her hair as I sit beside her reading.

I want her.  I am in love with her.  And I will follow my heart, friends and neighbors.  Because, in my little world, the heart gets what the heart wants............

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