Why is it so difficult to comprehend the murmurs of our heart?
If our heart is belief, our mind is the skeptic.
It becomes so confusing when we are battered with contradictory thoughts and feelings. As if our wordless emotions aren’t complex enough, we analyze them in such depth that we begin to question them, never realizing that what we’re doing is questioning ourself.
Since self-doubt throws our very nature into question, it is the worst doubt of them all.
Once we begin doubting who we are inside, how can we ever find our truth?
