Timely hearts

Metropolitan humans have hearts. But these are not normal hearts.
Their hearts beat knocking because of the city moves.
They may sound like a nuclear bomb, sometimes.
And their eyes can look deep. Other times hopeless, lost, thoughtful, observing.
That doesn't mean they want to avoid heartfelt emotions.
But sometimes, they don't want to have any emotions at all.

Metropolitan humans live in a hypercomplex society.
Patience and time don't fit them well.
The time is the one you see on the queue to board the metro.
The time you see when having to run to catch the next bus.

Time is power, control. Time is memory, time is timeless, time is defining.
Or in Salvador Dalí's Persistence of Memory, time is melting everywhere.
Time is ethernal albeit ephemerous. Is there an ending point for it!?

With time in mind, I invite you, dear reader, to reflect on the power and control of time.
Or the time of power and control.
Plus, is your time fullfilled with your heart or only with your selfish mind?

Reasoning is as important as heartfelt emotions.
But, in a world where there's a lack of hearts, what's the difference of having a mind?
Bright minds don't control this human world.

Heartful forces may control the universe if you believe so.
They're caring, concerning, dilligent, patient, loving forces.
In the end, it sounds like love wins.

There's such a huge difference when we think of the world and the universe.
That's the distance that apparts a heartful metropolitan human from a heartless one.

On the edge of finding someting truthful, unique, it's still possible to find a beautiful, timely heart. That's when you see something different is happening in Metropolitan city.

What happens among metropolitan humans is heavenly and heavily metropolitan.
Some are living for the city, others for their own pleasures and delight.
Some are living a real game. Some are running against the waters.
Some are surfing in an open sea that leads to anywhere that ressonates with them.
Some are touching the trees, singing happily, appreciating a walk, breathing a daily dose of life reflections.
Some are craving for peace, calmness.

But for the metropolitans, it's, it's, it's, it's like there's no time to think of what happened, only to think about what may happen.
Being a metropolitan means thinking about the future. Not about the past, gods, angels, demons, traditions, and all that stuff.

And if a heart is found, remember it may not last forever.
Plus, all our hearts won't last forever. We're bound by natural life rules.
A cycle that may last 90 years in some countries, although in others it can be 50 years.
How unequal the art of living can be.
How unequal one heart can have everything and somewhere in the other side of the globe it even lacks enough blood.
Metropolitan humans don't have that anemia per se, but they may lack oxygen to breathe and figure out their things.
Sometimes they can't think because they have too much oxygen.
How is it possible that some have too much oxygen while others have too little!?
The same applies to those with a heart, and those who are heartless.
Maybe those without one are afraid of their own feelings. "They fear love because it creates a world they can't control", quoting George Orwell.

Fear. Time. Heart.
3 words that confuse minds. 3 words that cause wars.
They collide worlds. Collapse memories.
They also create stories. Chase dreams.
Time requires everyone to face their fears, ensuring that their hearts keep working properly.

This is the 2nd blog out of 3 written for the Metropolitan Humans series.
And with a heartful emotion dear reader, I bring a closing song of the week.
Sung by the one and only Dame Shirley Bassey,* I bring to you her version of This is My Life:
This is my life
And I don't give a damn for lost emotions
I've such a lot of love I've got to give
Let me live
Let me live

I was put on earth to
Be, a part of this great
World is me
And my life
Guess I'll just add up the
Score, and count the things
I'm grateful for
In my life

Time to listen to This is my life by Shirley Bassey.
Thanks for reading, and check out my stories here, here and here.
Szia!**

*Shirley Bassey is one of the best singers ever in my humble opinion.
**Hello, and also Goodbye in Hungarian.

*Read on desktop. Ruins in the not-so-metropolitan downtown Ljubljana.