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From The Depths Of The Heart The Mouth Speaks
This is such a simple yet profound truth. Garbage in = garbage out. Feed your heart with light and you’ll flood the world with brightness. Feed your heart with darkness and you’ll be a gloomy presence that spews hurtful garbage from what’s supposed to be a gift – your mouth.
I appreciate you working out for the benefit of your physique but if you will take my advice, please work on that inner part of yourself, your heart, even more.
PS said with all the love in the world.
See you tomorrow!
Which is more volatile:
The mind or the heart?
Which then should we prioritise?
“Don’t break his heart, his achy breaky heart. I just don’t think you understand.”
Bastille’s cover of ‘We Can’t Stop’ is nothing short of incredible, especially for me. I know how taste differs from person to person so I will say that line in particular strikes a chord in me.
I considered writing about a man with a heart of steel just the other day, I still might because come to think of it it’s an intriguing concept. But a heart of steel – that’s normally a façade. Men have hearts of flesh too.
“Women are more in touch with their emotions.”
Is this a stereotype? I hear this statement often. It’s often coupled with another statement diminishing emotion in men. I can’t speak for all men but from my own personal experience what you see on the outside doesn’t necessarily correlate with what’s on the inside.
I’m rarely envious (this comes with a lot of effort from myself and my parents) but there is a group of people that I can honestly say I’m envious of… those who cry. I’d give a lung to be like that. Unfortunately I’m not. My tear glands are among the most miserly in all the world. How I wish it were not so. I’ll be happy as can be on the inside but unable to show it on the outside. It makes me feel like I’ve cheated whoever has made me happy. If it can be fixed trust me, I will do just that… but this links to the crux of this post. I fail to show my emotions as well as I’d like… that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. It is just like a bride behind her veil by the altar. Just because she’s hidden behind her veil doesn’t mean she’s not there. If you remove the veil you’ll see her in all her beauty. If you can remove the veil to a man’s emotions. Well… I believe it could be a wonderful thing.
Bastille adds lines to the song which didn’t exist prior, in Miley Cyrus’ original. The added lined are: “Don’t break his heart, his achy breaky heart. I just don’t think you understand…”
Achy breaky… doesn’t that just bleed vulnerability to you? His heart isn’t steel – it’s just brittle.
Even the way he sings has a brokenness to it. It’s almost like he’s screaming out: there’s a heart to be broken underneath all that macho bravado. The pain of it being broken is just as real. It’s just hard to understand.