Of tutelage…
Mind, heart, soul, passion are embarrassingly cheesy words.
Put your heart and soul in whatever you do…is one conventional sentence which I hate to hear. Recently I’ve been hearing that frequently. I hate it even more now. I mostly replace the soul with the sole and the heart with nothing while I perceive it. Well I don’t put them in the “whatever” I do. I don’t like my backside to be on fire.
“Your mind is tractable. Hold the reins in your hands.” Mine would have caused a stampede if I held my horses’ reins in my own hands. First to die would be the one’s who irritate me. Of late, this irritating elements’ list has grown longer.That’s exactly what you call stereotypical mediocrity when you start thinking in a way that’s consequential of what the other might think about you. I’m a stereotypical mediocre and that’s why I get chafed so easily.
My situation is that of a troglodyte who has mistaken his way to the city. To dwell there is a challenge. I contemn and I despair. I need some self-help books. I’ll buy one today. I found out that Scott Adams is good.
Where I’ve decided to put my “heart, mind and soul” seems to be a prominent dapple in the head. It’s an unquenchable yet strongly desired passion [that sounds like a horny pig but not even remotely on those lines but desired—a yes].
Am embarrassed enough now but the truth is I’m still under the guardianship of my mind,heart,soul,passion….grrrrrrrr 
