I'm sure everyone has heard the phrase "listen to your heart". I know you have, actually. You've either heard it in a song, out of someone's mouth.. or you've read it in a book, in a magazine. Blah blah blah. How cliche is that saying? I've always thought that it was so corny. Like: "How could your heart possibly tell you anything? It sends blood to all your body parts so it won't die. If i tried to listen to my heart, all i would hear is boom boom.. boom boom.." Okay, getting a little ahead of myself already. Basically, that phrase means (in my opinon) do what you know is right. I have always had a hard time doing that. I know the difference between right and wrong, sometimes I just choose to pretend not to know. Your conscience has many names (or personas, rather)... Your Jiminy Cricket. The angel on your left shoulder and the devil on your right. Whatever you picture it to be, listen to it. Trust it. It's usually right. I cannot begin to count the times where I have been in a situation that I knew would end badly. I'd tell myself, "Stephanie. This is going nowhere. Run while you have the chance." But I never listen. All I can think about is what I'm feeling then. I know that the disaster is coming... I just choose to act like I have no clue. And then when the end comes.. when the pain rears its ugly head, I always say, "Why don't I ever listen to myself?" I've done this enough to finally learn my lesson. I'm finally deciding to use the judgement that God gave me. The judgement that I know is in there somewhere. Jiminy, I'm coming for you.
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