The way of the heart!!

What is this thing people call values? What is honour? What is the difference between a guy who cheats on his wife and the guy who is true to his love? Does it make sense to die for something? I can't for the life of me understand guys who die for their country, guys who'd rather starve to death than steal or people who'd rather take a bullet between their eyes than disgrace their family. Well what are they trying to say? Do they think they're better than the guy who uses his opportunities, gets up the ladder in the crookedest of ways and then conceals his past to rule a great organisation or some country?

Well, I think there are three ways to live. The way of the senses, the way of the heart and the way of the mind. The way of the senses, according to me, is the worst way a person can live. He does what his senses tell him and then perishes - much like an insect or an animal. The way of the mind is to take your opportunities, put values aside, analyse your options and choose the best one. Such a person gets high up in the ladder but he never really lives, he just exists. He is like a computer.
The way of the heart is the way to live. It doesn't matter if we are right or wrong. What matters is we stand for what we believe. For truth keeps taking very many forms and rules change every fortnight but values are timeless. Values are the juice of this earth. We are all gonna die in a few years and the dust from our bones will be gone in a couple of centuries but the values will remain. When people die for a value, there is something heroic and poetic in it. Of course, heroes become dust too, but in that dust is a richer dust concealed.

When Hardy (english poet) writes about an ordinary soldier who dies for his country (Hodge the drummer) in battle (Yet an unknown piece of that land will Hodge forever be,
his northern brain and breasts grow to some southern tree;
and strange eyed constellations reign his stars eternally), an entire generation of youngsters realise the vanity of war and yet appreciate the valour of a drummer who braved the cannon when his motherland called for help. People with values die more often earlier than those who don't have one, but in their dying they tell the world that they didn't give up. They died believing and thus they pass on an idea - an idea of upholding values, of honour, of valour, of courage, of a way of life. Sometimes that's the best we can do. Believe in a value, live it, pass it on... take it, feel it, pass it on... Just, pass the parcel.