Sep 03, 2009 13:46
Sometimes there appears to be little depth to my feelings, like making tiny scratches on a wheel of wax. If the gouges go too deep the whole wheel may crack, that must be the reasoning. The few moments in my life where I have felt deeply, to the extent of visceral heart-pounding and gut-wrenching, I made terrible mistakes.
Is it worth living life as rationally as possible, while sacrificing your heart's ability to soar or plummet? Safer, surely. But at the cost of a great deal of poetry.