Reflections of the Mind and Not the Heart

I wrote this my senior year of highschool. I recently stumbled across it while cleaning my room. I feel like I'm back at that intellectual essence of writing style I used to do. Now I guess I'm more polished. WHat do you guys think?

Reflections of the Mind and Not the Heart

It's kind of hard to know when to give it up. We clutch on to that last sliver of hope. It's this hope that keeps us on our onward pursuit for making the right or wrong decisions. The only problem is you never really know until it actually takes place. This journey, or now perhaps struggle, can drive a man beyond the edge of reason. It could make you do stupid and crazy things. Yet you see that as a way of giving back, and don't even think rationally despite what others tell you. We risk life and limb selfishly and don't care.

What makes us do this? Is there an actual answer to this, or is it just something instilled in us before birth? Maybe it's just part of the complex infrastructure of the human mind. Maybe it's the fact that deep down inside of us we see the true nature of people living in a world full of problems. Quite possibly it becomes our way of escaping this life for a better more fulfilling one.

But, on the flipside I could be wrong. It could be with you for a long time and then suddenly leave you alone. It could leave you so alone that you may do juvenial and insane things. You suddenly become irrational and contemplate things you would have never imagined before. So what else is there really to say? What am I even talking about? I'll tell you if you haven't figured it out yet. It's those four powerful letters. Letters that could change a world and and a life. It could only be you "Love". Which example of it are you?