Change of Heart, or change of mind?

A few days ago, I talked with my stake president.  I mentioned to him that I was seeing my new therapist.  He was familiar with the therapist I’m seeing, and was glad that I was going to be working with him.  I told him that I wanted to see if I couldn’t get my mind figured out, so that I could get my life on track.  Being the kind caring individual that he is, the Stake President pointed to his heart and said that it was the heart that was important, not the head.  I pushed back, saying that it had to be both, that if they were not whole together, neither on its own was sufficient.

The one I loved

Sometimes truth comes from an unlikely source.  Today, it’s from Karl Marx.  I disagree with his political philosophy, but he did say something that mirrors my feelings on friendships.  Where he refers to his son, insert friendship instead.

“Bacon said that really important people have so many relationships with nature and so many interesting possessions that any loss is quickly forgotten.  I do not belong to these people, the death of my son shattered my heart and brain, and I feel the loss as freshly as the first day.” – Karl Marx

While this may seem a bit melodramatic, it is.