listen to the whispers of your soul

For the first time in my life, I give a contrary contention to an argument I used to uphold:  my brain. I used to believe that the brain should be given priority to decide nearly everything in life. I carried this conception almost always every second, for I hated being stupid—I avoided any foolish argument, any dumb decision without considering another part that actually is the most important of all: the heart.

“Follow your heart, they all say
As if it’s undoubtedly true
What if my heart is contaminated?
Is there any warranty for it is always faithful?”

I remembered writing that verse in one of my poems, vacillation, and now I know the answer: that I should follow my heart.

I don’t try to blame what I had believed all these years. I don’t try to criticize my brain, but my pride has eventually trampled my own complacency. I realize that it is, in fact, those who have acuteness who put their heart first over the other.

Ironically, what I had done to myself was follow my logic first till it turned into a venom. I didn’t even think of what others felt, only a matter of right and wrong from a black and white point of view. Worse, I wanted people to see that I am smart, and people must notice me most of the time. I thought that was best for me when it was actually killing me.

I was always proud of my objective views, yet it shut my heart down. I couldn't sense the world around me. I couldn’t feel the signs, the whispers that lead to eternal glory. I couldn’t see my personal legend as Paulo Coelho said in his book "The Alchemist." I was blind. I was literally blind.

In the end, I've learnt there's nothing more trusted than your heart. Following your logic is good for certain things, but your heart somehow always knows the truth. It's the guidance to a deeper meaning, to your path, and to the place where you truly belong. 

Trust your heart. Listen. And follow it until you find your reason.