Half of my heart’s got a right mind

My thoughts when trying to find the answer for The Daily Post‘s question…
(Are you driven by your head or your heart?)

I remember seeing all these movies with a moral lesson in the end… and that is to follow your heart. Whatever logic or philosophical theories we place in a situation, at the end of it all, the heart just seems to be the wisest body function that one must have the courage to listen to. Because in the end, nothing matters most than living life to the fullest and to your happiest.

However, movies are movies: Mostly fiction (even those supposedly to be true stories are designed to be cinematic which makes it borderline to fiction). In real life situations, we cannot be bested by our emotions. I mean, I want to. I want to follow my heart’s desire and just leave everything to dust. But life does not work that way. We grow up. We acquire responsibilities. We just have to be practical. And with all this, we just have to be smart and identify the consequences of everything. In short, we should think.

See what I did there?

I would like to be driven by my heart.
But in reality, I think my head just takes charge of everything.


Do-Anything-You-Want Day!

quoting The Daily Post:

Topic #212:

If you could spend a day doing anything you wanted, what would you do?

This is a very easy question for me.

If I could spend a day doing ANYTHING I wanted, I would want to spend it with my family.
It does not matter what activity we would be doing or where we would be doing it, as long as we are together having a laugh.

I know… so emo… but I can’t help it.
I have less than a week left to spend at home and already I am holding back tears.
Back to reality. Back to work.

(Okay. Deep breaths. Compose yourself.)

Anyway, this family bonding time would be so much funner if we are visiting a place we’ve all never been before. And just to put the day dreaming into full mode, I would like for us to wake up in a gorgeous hotel room and order a room service breakfast while watching TV and figuring out what to do for the day. Then we would just explore the tourist spots of the place; take lots of pictures; eat lots of local dishes; and then finally end the day by watching a movie or a concert or any musical show.

(Okay. End of day dream. Wake up.)


What does love mean to you?

Now I need to apologize for this.
This might be the topic I least expected to be talking about in my blog.
But a challenge is a challenge (The Daily Post). So feel free to help me out.

Love.
I believe love is the most complicated thing to talk about because it comes in so many forms and it means so many different things to different people.

Perhaps the most famous categorization of love is by who or what you’re loving.
There is love for God, family, friends, husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, etc.
But with all these definitions for love, I think the common thing between all of them is that:

Love is a feeling.

Like happiness, sadness, or anger, I believe that love is a feeling that comes and goes.
I know it sounds so cynical. But just think about it.
Even our love for our family is not that stable. Sometimes, even if we can admit to it or not, they tend to makes us feel all this other kinds of feelings (feelings that we cannot associate with love).
But the most important thing is that we still love them again anyway.

This is where true love comes in. I read somewhere (and so agree to it) that:

True love is a commitment.

And this part is where it gets tricky because who has the patience and kindness to be committed?
These days, they are just rare and hard to find.

Okay. Now that is just another story.
I will stop right now because I hate it when I start to sound “preach-y”.

Cynicism and cheesiness aside, I believe that love is a beautiful thing.
And if we could just spread love and feel love 24 hours a day, it would be magical.
I blame this magical feeling for making me such a sucker for Broadway musicals, Jane Austen, and cheesy romantic comedies.

I am just afraid that all this artful postures of love are just art and that’s it.
And all the passion (can’t eat, can’t sleep, butterflies in your stomach stuffs) are  just seen in movies, heard from songs and read in novels. Because the truth is:

“True love is like the lochness monster.
Everyone has heard of it
but no one has ever seen it.”