He took a long hard swig from his bottle of beer, then an anxious drag off his half lit cigarette.
"I am tormented," he 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."
He pounded his beer, finished his cigarette, and sadly sighed. "I traveled the world a hundred times over, and still can't reconcile the two," he 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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