Feeding the Soul in a Noisy World

 It took me a while to return. Not because I went through something big, but because I needed time away from everything. The internet started to feel silly and tasteless. We’ve seen it all, heard it all, lived it all. Nothing surprises us anymore ( and that is BAD) . Everyone looks the same, blindly imitating each other. And honestly, I got tired of it — tired of people in general.

Is that some kind of mental illness, or is it just choosing myself after abandoning it for too long? Either way, I must admit it’s a long road, and I’ve only just started walking it.

It does feel heavy sometimes, because you still yearn for company. But maybe there are moments when you have to learn how to do things alone. Slowly. Step by step. Easing into it.

It feels selfish to write about my struggle when others may have it much harder. It feels ungrateful, like I’m ignoring all the blessings I have. But that’s not the case. Writing about this is also a reminder to myself — not to forget, not to ignore what’s happening inside me.

At a certain point in my life back in the days, I hit a very low point in my psychological struggle. So low that I found myself sobbing in the middle of the street. That’s why I care so much about mental health. Growing up, we learn how to feed our bodies, but we’re never taught how to feed our souls — or how important that is. We’re told the soul will fix itself, that it will fall into line naturally, that we shouldn’t overreact because “it’s nothing serious.”

But it is serious. It’s the key to your body and your well-being.

I wish parents — and future parents — would read more about this. I wish they would learn how to separate what happened to them in the past from the present, and not project their pain onto their children. I’m not saying there shouldn’t be rules — there should be. But there should also be flexibility, depending on the situation.

It seems I drifted into another subject without meaning to. It just flowed.

I wish people would explore the deepest parts of their souls and shine some light there. It might not be that bad. Some things need to be packed into boxes and thrown into the unknown deep sea. Other things need to be sorted and cleaned. Some should be cherished. Some broken things might even be worth fixing.

To whoever needs it: I hope you find the light within.
I’ll confess — I haven’t found mine yet either. But what I did find is a deep fascination with the human mind and body, with how miraculous it is that we can heal, feel, and live through everything.

Take care of yourself, as if your body and soul were only lent to you — because one day, you will have to give them back.