Right now, at this moment, I can’t breathe. I would really like to breathe. To just get the air out of my chest. More than that, get the words I can’t say out of my chest and heart. It’s giving me heartache to keep things bottled up, but I can’t speak either. It’s a misfortune that good fortune brings.
We all want to be happy and in good spirits. I feel sick about what I want, about what I feel is a mistake. About what I want and maybe no one else wants.
The heart is a strange thing, sometimes it lets us down and other times it will tell us exactly what it wants. We can’t always figure it out so easily though. We think we know, but we have no idea. I really hope that my insides tell my outsides to be confident real soon because I can’t take any more waiting anxiously.
By G50Xmusic – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=69264215
Not trying to sound dim and I know things will be bright again. Pain goes away with time. Things get better and improve with time. This is not a proven fact, but this is usually what all the good advice says so it must be fairly true. I mainly want to know why the mind reacts to the heart. Why do we need to feel that we have to react? We don’t. However, emotion is a powerful influencer. It influences our thoughts, ideas, and goals. The people around us are in that web of emotion, too. Everyone has their own emotional baggage though they don’t have to. Just leave all your baggage at the baggage claim. It won’t be claimed because you don’t need that part of yourself anymore. You don’t need to be held down by the fear of rejection or failure. You got it in you to do better and be better. You got it (now do not actually leave your bag unclaimed in an airport, that’s different you see).
I’m not well. I’m great. I’m weak. I’m happy. I’m miserable. It’s an up and down of emotions and wondering what road your mind will take your heart. Don’t make decisions this way. Always use your brain first. Yes, I know you have one.
The title of this post refers to how the inside of my stomach feels as it tries not to go under with all the pressure to be sane.
I’m great though.
featured image source (heart): hearts by Chris Blakeley via flickr Creative Commons license Non-commercial, Noderivs 2.0 Generic (CC BY -NC-ND 2.0) https://www.flickr.com/photos/csb13/5537650630/in/photolist-9rkUB1-QGMWgK-C8Qtch-4TLmwk-uyqDSD-bUJ34T-5EhReM-81iC7r-2TGbja-9B55xR-Jkh52-5xZpYe-fSwWqh-4p1F8R-pXHz3G-6uRng2-7g7J4f-qzczkm-9eczyo-5rx8r-bZifKd-hHc4UG-rSoiBj-8TZ8d-8Lvt7h-7B3UaE-dEBhS2-i6tNZ-uZPTT-aLcxW8-jAbnZP-8bTD8a-5xcNww-61cQsM-7sYKPG-B65ix-9PjNo-6bEujz-AtP4R-GmbWm-s7jFX-9UMN1v-9Lo8b-MrzGU-dZyGa-qPjVBm-qKEquv-e6doRT-4YWG8Z-bMcpJ