DEAR SOUL

I hear the rumblings, see the written words of repentant souls, looking for a way to begin again, knowing that will never be. So, they search for salvation in confessionals, in letters they write in the night, when sleep cannot be found, nor the peace of mind they so desperately need. This blog has some rather large and seemingly difficult words to express their unanswered prayers, supplications, compromises... no compromises in life, once a choice is made.

I understand your frustrations, your inability to let go of your iniquities, your compulsions to do that which serves you - knowing that you will pay the greater price in the end. Why? What is it really about?

I've written a letter for my own self-serving, narcissistic, arrogant choices, pleading with my soul to just go, break free, so that I can no longer contaminate its purity in purpose. I cannot hear its good intentions, its better advice - and I suppose, if I could, I'd still choose this path. How do I stop being ME?

HOW DO YOU STOP BEING ... YOU?