Logic and Introspection
Where does the truth lie? In the practice of logic, observations create inferences which then create conclusions. A deduction is created when an instance occurs that draws a conclusion based on logical premises. More simply stated, what once was also is, just transcribed in a different manner, a manner created on logical premises. An induction is born out of probable premises that do not follow strict logic. This revelation was founded by Aristotle in the 300 BCE’s. When we take things personally, we are not using logic.
Aristotle also said that those who are the hardest to love need love the most. Where on the logic spectrum does this quote fall? Reading those words, it feels as though my heart can read them alike with the same calculative demeanor as my brain. They say that the brain is the most complex organ. I can understand why since it drives us to a state battle or bolt, chemically and operatively both.
When something upsetting happens, the amount of strength it takes to not put forth certain behaviors is put to the test. Why when I feel as though I’m stagnant without an answer to my heartache, my logic shapes my actions out of desperation, hopelessness, and craving. When we get attached to something, it is built upon the release of a care bear hormonal/chemical ware fare; that is, when you love something, why should we let it go? We love to feel good, but when is the right time for the truth to be known, for the logic to make a lesson out of the hurt? An entire lifetime turns to debris once goodnight turns into goodbye, and that for me makes letting go feel like a part of me is no longer there; and it takes time to fill that hole again, to feel whole again.
To be ripped away from what you love takes a toll in the current moment and the already tainted future. In future moments where trauma can be triggered, we remember to observe, draw premises, and make logical conclusions on how to to approach a wary heart. Where some people find comfort in logic, others explore the realms of an ache buried deep behind every word, every instance, and try to justify disappointment as one blood-pumping anomaly. The past is the one thing we cannot change. Only when we can draw logical conclusions from our past can we mend a bleeding heart.
