Against him rose a most powerful adversary, clad in an armor of red roses, her hair brandishing the air with a divine grace, her eyes glistening with hope and desire. There they clashed, on the field that time forgot, for an eternity, drowned in the incessant madness of pain and bliss.
One is mind, and the other is heart. The problems of the heart are different from those of the mind. One seeks balance, and the other, chaos. One desires logic, and the other, affection. One is constantly looking for purpose, while the other longs for another soul to be bound to.
These two entities makes us who we are, and as a human stuck in middle of a whirlpool of their eternal struggle, we will have to constantly choose between one or the other, giving them an advantage; an advantage that drives our life forward in a certain direction.
The problems of the heart are inevitable. You never know where they might carry you, or who you may become if you listen to the voice of emotion, with its deep roots at the core of your very existence, filling every moment with senselessness, and burdening the mind to ease the suffering of the heart.
In the end, a life well lived, with all of its pains and blessings, is one of balance. Giving in to the problems of the heart may seem like an inevitable choice, yet to lose reason in the meantime, is a price you will never be able to pay in your lifetime. Nonetheless, nothing of the nature of kindheartedness will ever grace the face of your existence if you turn your back on the heart and its desires.
The eternal struggle of the mind and heart is a truth of life. It is pitiful, but also charming. It is weak, but also fervent. It is absurd, but also worthwhile. It is an incessant madness of pain and bliss.