DILEMMA OF THE HEART

MY HEART

My heart, oh the heart. That consists of many wonderous things that speaks more than the mouth of humans

How great was it created

The unchanging things beyond human perception can be change in the heart

Because the biggest Dilemma happens in the heart of man

Where to stay, where to choose, where to become one owns remote depends on what it feels

How small is it to choose the great part of a man to function

Children chose decision which depends on the functioning of the heart which cannot be be even question or scold

Men treasure lies immediately where it conquers love and humanity

Oh it is called the Heart

Why should it be named Heart not Heat

It speaks louder than words because it is the main source of actuons that attributes many things of human activities

It drives men crazy but also helps men make good decision without asking anybody....

Oh our heart. our heart, our heart. May we locate you.

It was a chilly autumn evening when Sarah found herself standing on the old cobblestone bridge that overlooked the river. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of decaying leaves and nostalgia. As she gazed into the dark waters below, she felt a deep longing stirring in her heart.

Sarah had always been a dreamer, lost in the labyrinth of her own thoughts. But lately, something had changed within her. She felt adrift, like a ship without a compass, navigating the turbulent waters of her emotions.

With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by memories of days long gone. She remembered the carefree laughter of her childhood, the warmth of her mother's embrace, and the taste of first love on her lips.

But amidst the beauty of those memories lurked shadows of pain and loss. She remembered the ache of betrayal, the sting of rejection, and the emptiness of a heart left shattered and scarred.

As the cold wind kissed her cheeks, Sarah opened her eyes and let her gaze wander to the horizon. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold. In that moment, she felt a flicker of hope stirring in her soul.

Maybe, just maybe, she could find solace in the fading light of day. Maybe she could heal the wounds that had haunted her for so long. With renewed determination, she took a deep breath and stepped away from the edge of the bridge.

The next morning, Sarah woke up with a sense of purpose burning in her chest. She decided to embark on a journey to rediscover herself, to reclaim the fragments of her heart that she had lost along the way.

She packed a small bag, slipped on her favorite sweater, and set out into the world with a lightness in her step. The crisp autumn air filled her lungs, invigorating her spirit as she walked down the familiar streets of her hometown.

She found herself drawn to the places that held significance in her past—the park where she had shared her first kiss, the cafe where she had spent endless hours lost in conversation, the bookstore where she had found solace in the pages of her favorite novels.

With each step, Sarah felt a sense of peace washing over her like a gentle tide. She realized that her heart was not a place to be feared but a sanctuary waiting to be explored. As the days turned into weeks, Sarah's journey took her to unfamiliar places and uncharted territories. She met new friends who showed her kindness and understanding, she discovered hidden talents that had long been buried beneath the weight of her doubts, she dared to dream of a future filled with light and possibility.

But just as she thought she had finally found her way, a storm loomed on the horizon, threatening to pull her back into the darkness she had fought so hard to escape.

In the midst of uncertainty and fear, Sarah realized that her heart was a place of contradictions—a battleground where love and pain, joy and sorrow, hope and despair waged an eternal war.

As the storm raged around her, Sarah closed her eyes and listened to the beating of her own heart. In that moment of quiet introspection, she understood that her heart was not a place to be conquered but a space to be embraced in all its complexities.

In the aftermath of the storm, Sarah emerged stronger and wiser than before. She had weathered the tempest of her emotions and emerged on the other side with a newfound sense of clarity and purpose.

She returned to the old cobblestone bridge that had been the starting point of her journey and looked out at the river below. The water sparkled in the sunlight, a mirror reflecting the beauty of the world around her.

And as she stood there, with her heart open and her spirit unburdened, Sarah realized that she had found her way home. Not in a physical place, but in the sanctuary of her own heart— a place she had once been lost, but now, finally, had found.