Heart or Brain

Often times I feel as though we lose ourselves through an internal battle between our hearts and our minds. We live in a time where reality overpowers our dreams most of the time. give up something we love for something practical.

Maybe it’s just me, but when I look back at things, I see a lot of art, music, and a ton of creative trades cut from school fundings and opting more for math and science trades. What happens when music disappears? Or art? Or dance? Conversely, what happens if curiosity stops? Math ceases to exist?

It really is hard to balance opposite entities. But to be honest, I believe that both can coincide with one another. And perhaps, there is a piece of each entity within one another.

Balance is key. One cannot live without the other.

I’m just rambling now….


I feel like I l…

I feel like I live in a world made of cardboard. Always taking constant care not to break something. Break someone. Never allowing myself to lose control, even for a moment or someone could die.

– Superman

I first heard Superman say this while watching Justice League: Unlimited. I didn’t think too much about it because he was fighting Darkseid. Then a few months later I realized how powerful those words were.I feel like we really do live in such a fragile world. Everyone has to stay conscious of what spews out of their mouth or risk offending others.

I took these words to heart because growing up, I wanted to fit in with people. I wanted to be part of something, I wanted to belong somewhere. This led me to hold back on my opinions and ideas. While others allowed their opinions to thrive and spread, while I let mine die within myself. Even in arguments I would always let people win because it meant so much to me that I could be a part of their group. I was always afraid to let other know what I think because I could say something that might cripple their ideas and their self esteem and I didn’t want make myself seem smarter or stupider than everybody else. It became increasingly difficult to let my opinions loose, because it became harder and harder to make friends. Since being part of something meant so much to me, I kept holding back. Even with stranger, who mean nothing to me. I’m always afraid of hurting someone’s feelings.