Sometimes words are not enough to express what we truly feel. Words, after all, are mere products and tools of the mind — a vital convenience to communicate our thoughts. But the heart, in its own primitive yet resourceful way, has its own language. It may not be as exact, accurate or standardized as what the mind communicates. The heart can only express passion.
You cannot quantify passion in metrics. You can’t fully describe it with our basic senses. Passion is more than just a timid flame or a raging blaze. There is a sense of rhythm to it— like a heartbeat. Yet it is not like time, which you can measure or calculate. Passion is somewhat like waves, driven by unseen forces which we know exist in this world. It is this almost unfathomable power that our heart longs to synchronize with.
Our own discordance is reflected with every sadness, loneliness, or even anger. Our heart is but a funnel that filters through this chaos of conflicting passions, and so much passion is lost as we even try to express them in words — thoughts meant for the mind and not of the heart.
“Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point; on le sait en mille choses.” (The heart has its reasons, which reason does not know. We feel it in a thousand things.) — Blaise Pascal, Pensées (Thoughts)
Passion is a burst, a blossom of ideas, a conception of possibilities. The mind has its boundless imagination, but only the heart can inspire aspirations.
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