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THOUGHTS✨AFTER THOUGHTS

Thought after thought so many thoughts, even the thoughts that this heart thought, I know it sounds so confusing but this is what this mind does sometimes it confuses us and sometimes we try to confuse it first. I don’t know what specifically this mind should be called so I chose to call it an extrovert.

This mind of mine has always been an extrovert like it is way too bold to think but this heart of mine has always been an introvert way too shy to feel, sometimes this mind is bold enough to accept but this heart of mine is too shy to say it, and sometimes this heart believe that I am in love but the mind says to think about it again.

At some point, you realize that no matter how you feel but what matters is also what you think about it, maybe that is why it is important to value our thoughts too not just what this heart feels.

When I was with the person I loved the most, I kept falling in love with him so much that I didn’t realize that when did I keep falling alone, at that point I realized that we just don’t have to fall in love but we also have to think in love because it is important to keep our thoughts also first not just our feelings for others.

If looked closely, all our experiences are because of how this heart feels and what the mind thought, and then one day we realize and learn how this heart should feel and what this mind should think, isn’t it life, the heart, and the mind?

So, with an extrovert mind and an introverted heart, all I am is an ambivert soul, why should I settle with less when I can be more?

                                         -   Vaishnavi Dhamodharan❣️

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