I watched this video during my two week break from work these past holidays. First thing that came to mind: Cute. Yet again, another gorgeous woman telling us to listen to your heart, and showing us that she dealt and got over heartbreak within less than a year. She also fed the crowd that her life is almost perfect now once experiencing the heartbreak.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not dismissing her message at all. You don’t know the strength of your heart or yourself as a matter of fact, until it tries to grieve a loss. But life isn’t always sunshine and rainbows after, and most importantly you can not always listen to your heart.
I was the complete opposite of her, true definition of a hopeless romantic, I let my heart decide on matters of relationships and love. My mind took care of everything but that. But if I had allowed my mind to speak up for once, I would have ended relationships earlier instead of allowing them to drag on with my heart set on possibilities. I would have realized and acted upon getting out of relationships that were bound to end when red flags were shown from beginning, versus relying on the hope of the heart, listening to the bullshit I was fed, and ignoring the inconsistency.
What I’m trying to say is, I don’t think anyone should completely follow the heart’s pangs, because your heart is a hopeful little bastard. It will lead you over the rainbow into the trenches of unchartered territories and if wounded, it will leave you there. You need your mind to balance out this little hopeful ticker, to remind you of your well being and your self-worth. You need your mind to remember not only the good times but the absolute fucking bad times. You need your mind to tell you the truth of your reality, even if it leaves you laying tearful on your kitchen floor.
I think this may have been my biggest struggle of my early 20’s, learning to let go of the hope of my heart and finally listen to my brain, but we all have to start somewhere right? Take it from someone who figured out this trick a little too late.0