When I'm sifting the compost seed or pruning, I argue over issues in my head; I talk to myself.
It's the age-old battle between mind and heart, which seldom want the same thing.
My brained warned me, but my heart didn't want to take its advice.
What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.
Whether I'm on a major or an indie, I don't think this is important, but at the same time I do.
I'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.
The tension between 'yes' and 'no', between 'I can' and 'I cannot', makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an interminable debate with one's self.
Decision making can sometimes seem like inner civil war.
A theory is a battlefield in your head.
