The forecast of my soul is a contradictory climate; a simultaneous rainbow in the midst of a turbulent tsunami- a violent storm of deep criticism of how the world is, yet overwhelming optimism of how the world could be.

Despite the aching desire to sign divorce papers, my current assignment is attempting to draft a peace treaty to ease tensions between the tragic ever-present battle of the empathetic chasms of my heart and the working-over-time habits of my brain.

I’m currently trying to make amends with the invisible war between reason and romance.

I’m currently trying to make amends with the invisible war between reason and romance. My ability to recognize the silver lining in the midst of a storm has been praised, but in reality, it’s a heavy burden- living in the tension of the two realities of past and possible.

An inferred mutual exclusivity for how you feel and what you think exists in various perspectives of philosophy, psychology, and politics. But why do the head and the have to be a dichotomy?

The storm of existential dread coupled with the soft pink clouds of a silver lining makes for quite a quibbling marriage. Despite the rhetoric and research of intellectual empathy, I doubt there will ever be true reconciliation for the head and the heart.