The Joke is on "You"

How do I go about solving a conflict, wherein the heart is too brittle to endure loneliness and the ego is too engorged to ask for help. My heart, a desperate lover seeking reassurance on an hourly basis, and the ego, a thick skinned imbecile never allowing the heart its bravery. If only she could shove him to the edge of my body, and deep dive into the infinite possibilities the world has to offer. 

So, the three of us, stuck together as an incompetent team, push and pull one another with our own prerequisites and the desired outcomes. The result? An evergreen jungle of emotions, a suspicious view of the world, and an undying need to escape. 

But, what if. Just, what if. The three of us walked in unison toward a common goal. What could be the resultant of this minor escapade? Nearly revolutionary. In the face of failure however, all three of us would wish to disappear from the face of earth with an agreed upon timing to quit the game. 

Until then, the bickering, the dilemmas, the individually held hotseats continue to wither away my existence. Only and only, due to the fear of taking us all to sign an agreed upon Accord. Difficult as it may sound, it is possibily the easiest and happiest escapade we could want. Greed and fear have kidnapped my willingness. Whilst we three look at each other like longing lovers, with a pinch of hate, (for this is only a self-doing) hoping one day I will set us all free. 

Until then, the dissastisfaction and conflicts thrive. The disappointment consumes and the fear sells.