Follow Your Heart

By Jim Hagarty

We have a plaque on our wall with this inscription: Follow Your Heart. It Knows Where It Is Going.

Every happy person is doing just that, whether or not she knows it.

How does the heart have any idea where it is going?

It is a mystery.

“The heart has its reason which reason cannot know.”

I love that saying.

How did Wayne Gretzky know, at the age of three years, that he wanted to play hockey?

How did Warren Buffett know he wanted to make money?

How did Bob Dylan know he wanted to change the world by writing songs?

Their hearts told them.

And they followed.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.