When they threaten our heart...

When we give in to subjectivity, we subconsciously relinquish the perk of good reasoning given to us by Nature ; We become instrumentation and properties of people who know how powerful our mind, as educated and intelligent beings,can be especially when they pledge loyalty to a thing.
Also, they understand that winning a sane objective mind is difficult unless the argument is genuine and valid especially in cases where facts are readily available but because they need you to be unreasonable and subjective, they would make you feel the need to save yourself. So they come at you using your emotions as bait, they tell you that your heart is threatened, they tell you how you will have to forfeit something you love so much, they also tell you, like every villain pretends right before he strikes,that they are ready to help you; That way they get your full attention but with less or no objectivity, then they tell you they will help keep your heart intact and save your "love", you would agree sheepishly, maybe foolishly, having thrown all proper objective reasoning in to the trash can ; you would help them achieve their goal thinking you are doing it for yourself and then you would, sooner or later, realize you had only been used...of course you would feel betrayed but then you would shrug your shoulder and say : "at least i did it for myself, i saved something i love so well, i didn't do it for these betrayers". But then they come back again and then you would make the same mistakes over and over again...Emotions are powerful, hearts are really delicate, hence they need to be cared for...we shouldn't however follow our heart but lead it objectively.

Yes, you really might feel like you have saved something really big and worth living for - great job hero - but what if "your love" was never threatened, what if you had just been part of a conspiracy theory you knew nothing about and you were just an instrumentation? what if you realized that you had sacrificed the common good on the altar of your own personal love alone? - that's selfishness right?.
Also think, what if you had time to think well? what if you detached your emotions from sensitive issues and see them as they truly are? what if you did proper research to clarify things? what if you kept your objectivity and saw issues from a total empirical and objective perspective? what if you refused to be played with all of the education you've acquired? what if you verified everything you heard and read without attaching emotions to it? What if you led your heart and not just followed it? what if you made decisions for the common good and not just for yourself? what if you realized that you still have a chance to do that? What if you told yourself that you own your life and would not be used for an unjust cause or gotten through your emotions? what if you started now...?

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