1 Prologue.

Emotions.

Sometimes you wish they weren't there.

So you wouldn't have to bear pain, anxiety, sadness...that could spiral into depression.

Other times you're glad they're there, so you can experience happiness, joy, satisfaction.

Life.

Life is looked at among many as unfair.

But if life was fair...

Everything would be expected.

There would be no element of surprise.

For better or worse.

There would be no room for true growth.

How could you experience anything?

You wouldn't.

There would be no excitement,

No anger.

No.....anything

Life could never be fair.

Not everyday can be the best day ever.

Because if it were...you would grow tiresome of the same thing.

Repeating itself day after day.

Growing.

Sometimes..as crazy as it sounds...

Pain is needed.

To grow

To learn

You grow from the experience.

You learn from the emotions.

With pain~

It will become something you never want to feel again.

Or experience again.

But life is inevitable.

And that is why it is perceived as unfair.

People grow everyday

Yet everyone grows in their own way.

Some grow together

Others grow apart

But what about the heart?

The heart is a persons weakness.

It manipulates your intellect.

And the cerebrum is what tells you right from wrong.

It is your knowledge.

These two are cause of the gut feeling.

It's what gives you the cartwheel' or 'butterflies' feeling in your stomach.

A pleasant feeling.

Or it can send the unsettling churn to your stomach.

The unpleasant feeling.

But most importantly....

Love.

It's a tricky thing.

Don't you agree?

A feeling that can be so free.

Or drain you in misery.

Something that can intoxicate your brain.

Rote in your veins.

It is your emotions.

It is part of life.

It is growth.

The things you're heart can feel,

that can send your intellect into a haze.

So, this is what makes or brakes each person.

What they experience.

And how they're heart & 'cerebral matter' react to there experiences.

Especially....

When love is the main focus.

Whether our growth blossoms...

Or falters...

But what I yearn for ...is your Love.

End.