She took a long hard swig from her glass,
then an anxious drag off her half lit cigarette.
"I am tormented," she said, turning to me.
"I can tell," I remarked.
"What should I do?"
"Follow your heart."
"My heart says one thing, my mind
another."
"That's because the heart and the mind are
worlds apart, and always in conflict with each other."
She finished her wine, extinguished her cigarette, and
sadly sighed.
"I traveled the world a hundred times over,
and still can't reconcile the two," she lamented.
"The longest journey you will ever take in Life," I replied,
pointing at my head at first, "Is from here...to here," I finished,
as my finger traveled a mere foot and came to rest upon my chest...
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