[.......]last evening, my gut asked meif I was having a hardtime being caught between my heartand my headI noddedI said I didn't knowif I could live with either of them anymore"my heart is always sad aboutsomething that happened yesterdaywhile my head is always worriedabout something that may happen tomorrow," I lamentedmy gut squeezed my hand"I just can't live withmy mistakes of the pastor my anxiety about the future,"I sighedmy gut smiled and said:"in that case, you should go stay with your lungs for a while,"I was confused- the look on my face...