What if our hearts were like our hearts? Suppose that one’s emotionality worked the same as one’s cardio and muscle system. One can get fed up, so where does that translate? Are we tired, are we too weak, are we doing the work out wrong? These are all sort of missing the point for there are different dynamics to dealing with emotional problems versus lifting and cardio is about muscle and heart upkeep and management. But do note the similarity where one can find themselves too weak to deal with an emotional burden. The difference with not being able to run anymore or lift the heavier weights to dealing with emotional pressure is that one feels overwhelmed, in over their head, past their point of strength. There are ways around this issue.
A very important aspect of emotionality is scale of importance. The worth something has is relevant to what you deem it, there is not intrinsic appropriation though it may feel so through habit and gut reaction to deem things so. The reaction is never required but felt correct in the roll of such play of things. Yet, one is their own direction of action, not a seemingly fit predesigned set of emotional responses based on what has been seen and is being reanimated. We do not have to freak out if we don’t want to. This creates the predicament of then being off kilter for what was a set theme. But, one is no longer dead tired. A new course of action can be created and one can define their own essence by engineering their behavior instead of falling into a set of lines.
Emptiness can set in when one feels at a loss. This is never a true state of mind but a misconception, something that needs stretching from the muscle metaphor and re-examination over all. One is always whole and the next step is never predetermined. The pain, the weakness is not temporary but minimal and unimportant in full perspective.
