The heart is just a small part of the body,
beating quietly inside the chest.
But never judge it by its size,
because if it ever stops beating,
a human life comes to an end forever.
This much about the heart is easy to understand,
yet I wonder why people say
that emotions come from the heart,
or that love lives inside it.
Science says
that the heart contains only blood.
Then why do people say,
“You broke my heart,”
“Now I must live with a broken heart,”
“I must swallow the tears of sorrow”?
Someone should explain to them—
if the heart truly shattered and stopped,
there would be no tears left to drink,
no pain left to live with,
but life itself
would surely slip away.
Love is only an illusion of the mind;
the one the mind admires,
it places within the heart.
It is the mind
that has made the heart seem guilty.
This disease of love
belongs not to the heart,
but to the mind.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
The heart is just a small part of the body,
beating quietly inside the chest.
But never judge it by its size,
because if it ever stops beating,
a human life comes to an end forever.
This much about the heart is easy to understand,
yet I wonder why people say
that emotions come from the heart,
or that love lives inside it.
Science says
that the heart contains only blood.
Then why do people say,
“You broke my heart,”
“Now I must live with a broken heart,”
“I must swallow the tears of sorrow”?
Someone should explain to them—
if the heart truly shattered and stopped,
there would be no tears left to drink,
no pain left to live with,
but life itself
would surely slip away.
Love is only an illusion of the mind;
the one the mind admires,
it places within the heart.
It is the mind
that has made the heart seem guilty.
This disease of love
belongs not to the heart,
but to the mind.
#love is illusion of mind