"You know....you lack something," France said one day as he picked up a rosy pink rose, carefully placing his index finger and thumb on the stem as he held it near his face.
"What is it??" I asked, not knowing how I could possibly lack something.
"What you're missing...is love," France smiled.
"Love? How am I missing that?" I questioned the flamboyant man.
"You don't show enough love."
"How do I show more love?"
"Simple. Follow your heart and put your heart into what you do."
"...ok..."
"Good luck, my friend.
As I watched France's walking figure disappear in the distance, I thought back to what he said.
Follow your heart and put your heart into what you do...?
...
How do you put your heart into something??
Like, you take it out and put it in what you're doing??
But...you can't put your heart into eating hamburgers!
That makes no sense!
And it sounds gross....bleh.
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A Hero's Diary
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