Easier said than done

Why is it so much easier to listen to the voice in our head?

The one that emanates lower seems just as persistent.

Perhaps it has something to do with the very nature of the place that it dwells in. The heart is gentle and nurturing. It’s a place that poets and artists turn to for inspiration. A place we spend most of our lives searching for in someone else.

It knows nothing of the coldness of logic and judgement.

Like a wide-eyed child shadowed by the conversations of older kin, it tries hard to be heard. It fights for attention. It talks constantly. It tries its own tender form of reason with the mind. It seldom wins. But never stops trying. In the hope that one day it too will have the same legitimacy as the voice of reason.