Brain Or Heart

The stubborn brain, never listens to what I say, worse yet; he doesn’t want to say a word, what drove him into this sullen mood? It really doesn’t matter however, if he is in a good or bad mood because I have a heart which is comparable to, even better than the self-opinionated brain, the absolute rationalist; the heart is flexible, she understands whole, she comforts everyone who comes and asks for her aid. Don’t be too serious about life, all you need to do is: cry your guts out if sad, stumble and toss when in agony, in delight hug anyone passing by and dance, if happy, laugh loudly at the sky, life, then, take its course as to its’ own accord if brain opens the mouth somehow, he blabs nonsense, his preposterous outpouring is beyond tolerable, so it’s much easier to endure his silence than that ridiculous gibberish. No matter how cleverly you wrapped yourself proud with loneliness, brain! sitting on a drifting cloud looking down as if to remain aloof from all others; since we all are destined to die, to live with for the writhing heart’s emotional change is a life worth living rather than accompanied by the brain an inflexible level-headed snob. Darn it! shall I pull him down from the cloud and corner him in a state of “brain death” ?