We've heard it said: Behind every man's success or failure is a woman. And we see it everyday unfolding right before our eyes. That muscular organ underneath our left chest only weighs about 11 ounces, and yet, it is the most uncontrollable thing in our body once it starts to beat for another person; be it hate or love.

A friend of mine falls for the wrong woman; he won't admit it, but early in the game I know he got swooped into the vortex of the affairs of the heart; confusing love with lust, the constant aloneness in an empty home now suddenly decorated with the presence of a young, vivacious girl who made him believe (again) that he is alive and needed after all. Of course, we all crave attention and we badly need affirmation, so I understand all this insanity that is going on right now in his life. All his friends can see it---he is being used for his money. And I am guilty because I once gave him my permission and told him that if he can live with that knowledge, then ignore all of "us" his friends and go for it. But it's hard to watch from the sideline how he is like a dumb lamb being led to slaughter.

All his friends rally around to attend and affirm him, but seems like attention and affirmation is not enough after all; the heart is still discontented even though it's situated right below the head and way above the groin. So I come to conclude that there's no explanation good enough to articulate why the head can't overrule the heart, except, that God did not allow enough blood for both the head and that thing between our legs to function at the same time.