God, your soul is breathtaking.
I often wonder, late at night when the world quiets down, what people think of when they think of me. Do they see the cracks, the fractures from life’s wear and tear, or do they see something more? Something tender, something resilient? How do they imagine my soul, I wonder? Is it a mirror, reflecting their perceptions, or does it stand apart, unique and unwavering?
But amidst these musings, there’s one thing I’ve never doubted: how I see my own soul, how I believe it’s constructed, layer upon layer of experiences, emotions, and the things I love most.
I like to think that souls are woven from the threads of everything we’ve cherished, every fleeting moment of joy, every deep connection, every love that has touched us, no matter how briefly. If that’s true, our souls are reminders of all that’s beautiful in life. So, I urge you — to take a moment. Write down everything you love. Hold those things close. And remember, when you’re doubting yourself, when the world feels heavy, your soul reflects those very loves.
If my soul were a playlist there would be three songs.
Iris — Goo Goo Dolls (It’s the embodiment of wanting to be seen, not just glanced at, but truly known, with all vulnerabilities laid bare.)
Champagne Coast — Blood Orange (The ethereal beauty of life’s dreamlike moments, where reality feels suspended, and everything shimmers.)
Take A Bite — Beabadoobee (The sweetness in defiance, the beauty in embracing one’s flaws and finding strength in them.)
If my soul were a type of light, it would be night lamps on a rainy day. There’s something quietly magical about that kind of light — a gentle glow that pierces the darkness without overpowering it, a comforting presence that whispers, “You’re safe here.” It’s the light you turn to when the storm rages outside, when you need warmth without blinding brightness, a companion for your solitude.
If my soul was a colour it would be a wine red bleeding into an ice blue. Both are starkly different but so beautiful.
If my soul was made up of things that brought me comfort they would be,
My stuffed animal I was given the day I was born and still have to this day
My earbuds that connect me to music and disconnect me from the rest of the world
Hugging someone so tight as if you’re afraid they’ll disappear if you let go
These fragments, these pieces of my soul, they define me. They are my essence, my truth. They remind me that no matter how much I doubt, no matter how much the world tries to diminish me, my soul is made of love. It’s an accumulation of everything I hold dear, and that is something no one can ever take away.
