It Was Too Late For My Heart
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The invader was already inside the walls.
It’s too late for me, now but I don’t want you to make the same mistake. If there’s anything you can get from this story, it’s to never let anyone in.
If my mind was a house, my heart was the key to the front door. Things were smooth, both parts worked everyday to ensure mutual safety. The mind felt inspired by the heart’s emotions while the heart took comfort in the logical mind; it was a harmonious relationship. The elements meant nothing to the mind as long as the heart was happy.
Much to the dismay of the mind, the heart was too trusting. Any man with patience and kind words was let right in. It was chaos during these times as the mind fought against the heart to keep things safe and secure. But the heart reassured the mind that even if something happened, they could rebuild. Nothing would cause their beautiful home to fall, they could push the intruders out together.
Years go by and the heart learns; it sets up deadbolts and latches to keep things out and retreats deep into the house to lick its wounds. Without the heart’s input, the mind takes over. Furniture is kept safe under plastic and the walls are clean and bare. The symbiotic relationship has become dependent, the heart has lost the will to keep moving forward so the mind takes it in its embrace. Things move on smoothly for years, nothing touched and nothing growing.
This couldn’t go on for long; without the heart the mind started to shatter so the mind took action. Let someone into the house who might stir the heart from its hiding place. The heart could hear every lock on the door being undone, the fear was setting in. But months and years went by, nothing was damaged. The heart and mind were one again.
But the damage had been done, the mind had grown weak without the heart to depend on it. Before the mind realized what was happening, the intruder had dug roots into the foundation. There was nothing they could do to remove them, they were now just as vital to the home as they were. What had been harmonious was now parasitic.
The mind tried to rebuild, to take back what was theirs but it was too late for the heart. One day, the mind could see the front door was barred shut. No one would ever get in or out of the house again.
Don’t make the same mistake, don’t let them in. They’re never who you think.
