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Heart and Soul
Reflecting on my journey through life, I consider; such reflections will be different for everybody, my memory won't be theirs and theirs not mine. Our body goes hither and thither at the beck and call of life's circumstances. I consider my own. My soul is forging ahead on the path regardless of where the body resides but my heart drags its feet wanting to go back along the path and find the lost children. Sometimes the heart wins and then the soul must pick up the rejected and shattered pieces and carry them forward again with words of wisdom but that will never end the pain. . . just help forget it for a while. Can the heart ever be one with the soul? I suspect not, no matter we try. Heart or soul. . . the dilemma. I suspect it is the heart that wrote this while the soul was busy elsewhere.
Mmmm, I think you know too much already, but what the hell. . . retired firefighter, martial artist and self thought philosopher, some say cynic, some say skeptic, some know the truth. . . . most never will.