Lost in translation

The way we are intrigues me.

How can doctors listen to inside of you with a stethoscope and not know you feel empty? How when the heart aches, it's so painful and how the heart can really feel like it's breaking. How can the heart beat faster when you see someone. How the heart can really feel heavy and feel so many other things, yet it's really just, according to the biology text, a muscular organ.

We can never explain love, the feelings that come attached. What brings 2 people together from a planet of 6.6 billion. How do they find each other? Fate or coincidence? How some go insane with love, depressed with love, radiant with love. We can all define love in all it's worth, but never accurately. Love is a big word. A complicated word. I doubt we use it really knowing it's meaning. Would I be prepared to die for someone? Would you? But is dying for someone considered love?

I wonder how thoughts, feelings and emotions came to be. They are intangible, almost undescribable. For centuries poets, novelists have been trying to translate feelings into words.. But they don't come close to how the actual thing is. I wonder how certain songs can remind you of things that happened or the first time you hear it, or how it can loop in your head and drive you crazy. How certain sights and smells can evoke some memory down your past.

I'm amazed at how we are made up of ironies. How the way we think and feel can't be controlled until we force ourselves to. But still, there'd be the subconsciousness which we can't really control. Which forms a contradiction in us, which leads to an internal struggle, a dilemma.

And I believe we're not all made up of cells only. Science can't really explain everything, can it. The sixth sense, gut feelings, this strong connection between twins or parents and children.

"Everything happens for a reason." True enough, but we just might not know what the reasons are.