My Heart Is Younger Than Me ??

I have not thought, when I wrote this title, about what doctors tell us, our heart ages physically, and we must take care of it … I have thought about the emotional, throbbing and adventurous heart, at the same time tender and suspicious …

The heart with which we feel and fall in love, with which we build friendly relationships, with which we sympathize. That which does not mature, does not go according to what reason, experience and caution tell us.

Decisions made with the heart

How many times does the heart lead us to make unsuspected decisions, some become happy occasions, in others we must pay the bill for our disappointments. Oh, poor wretch, no one but him is to blame for our tears and grief. And how many others, the heart has filled our stomach with butterflies, has beat with special intensity and has given us to savor, the sweet taste of loving and being loved.

When we come back from many happy days and many less happy days, we tell ourselves that enough is enough, that we will be more cautious when deciding, that this time no one will take advantage of our enthusiasm … Hey, he doesn’t agree with us ! We succumb again and the excited heart feels excited, this explains why we recover from so many disappointments.

And love does not let us make mistakes only in love relationships, we make mistakes with friends, they fail us, it is normal, they are human. And when we think that we cannot forgive anymore, the tender heart insists that we can accept one more mischief.

Forever Young

And I am not complaining, but that enthusiastic boy with faith who is the heart, does not mature and will not mature, if I see him with a little patience, that I can also be impatient with him, who insists on flying in pursuit of enthusiasm , affection or love, what would become of us if our hearts aged at the same time? If when we stopped being teenagers they became a cautious adult …

I have thought seriously about that, my heart has not matured at all, it is still touched by the romantic songs that once deluded me, it insists on not forgetting any detail of when I was happy or unhappy …

Here is the culprit of everything, that young man too determined to feel that he does not want to let go of feeling overwhelmed, that the same in love … And yet, as he stumbles through life, trusting for a few days and disappointing others, trusting again and never abandoning the possibility … Because this stubborn heart has a lot of faith.

I know, I love that, that I remain a romantic teenager, even though I have grown up and believe me in control. Because we have to think about the times that we would have deprived ourselves, due to our caution and good sense, from living perhaps a passionate romance or meeting a close friend, going after a dream that a hunch told us in our ear that it was worth it …

Thanks to my youthful heart I was able to fill my hours with experiences, some happy and others not so much, but… Faced with the count of days, nothing better than seeing each other face to face with what we have lived and smiled, and even what we have cried and lost, after all of those moments we have built our lives …

No matter what they say, I love being younger than me.