Accepting

I've been thinking about this sentence.

What is it in the human race that makes us accept excruciating emotional pain rather than accepting hard truths? And we do it for months, years on end. 

And the longer our hearts refuse to accept what our minds know, the worse it hurts!

But still, the heart clings.

Why is that?

I have a theory. Sometimes the heart knows best. Sometimes the mind is wrong and the heart is right. Sometimes the mind causes the hurt with evidence. Sometimes things are not always as they seem. Sometimes that sixth sense, that instinct that tells us our mind is wrong, is right. And the pain of hoping, hanging on, refusing to accept, is worth it if the heart is right.

Sometimes it isn't. But giving up too soon is it's own kind of pain.

The human mind and heart are funny things.