The Resilience of Souls

It only seems like a dim memory now, but there was a chunk of my life when I was convinced I had lost my soul, that it was crushed out of me, torn away, extinguished. I never thought about it again after that period, because it was that turbulent zone from age 17 to 20 when everyone thinks their life is ending.

And it's only when someone tells me they're glad to talk to someone who has a big, healthy soul, and who cares about things and has things to say and loves all of humanity, that I know it's going to be okay.

22 September 2013 15:07