Saving Souls

“Do you think we’ll make it through and accomplish everything?”

She asked the question with hesitation. He took her hand smoothly, and looking straight into her big eyes he said: “As long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter for me”

They both smiled.


As he remembered what they spoke that night, he poured some more of his drink into the glass. He liked Baileys, although the sweetness in it had disappeared, as did the color of life itself.

The conversation was fresh in his mind. As he reminisced the events from what seemed like a past life. Like a huge wave incoming towards him, the animal started to rise. The animal started shouting at him. The mind at its best.

“Why didn’t you save her?! You useless human! You only destroy what you love, you see?!”

He closed his eyes, squeeze them as hard as he could. Tears coming down. The mind kept shouting.

He took his cellphone from his pocket. Scrolled through their album of pictures. And stopped at a selfie they had together. They were smiling. The mind stopped.

Silence.

A voluntary thought came in like a warrior who faces darkness without any doubt. And the thought was like this:

“For a second, for that moment, it was only us, nothing existed, actually, we disappeared in that moment. It was only the moment, and we experienced it, together”.

Closing his eyes he said out loud: “I love you”.


Is it possible to save a soul?

Can we shape their reality?

We can only do so much. It’s impossible to make someone see the world as we see it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t shape the moments together. We can in fact build moments that might go through their mind and conditioning. Not by words, but through genuine and sincere love. This is all we can do.

If the desire is there, nothing is in vain.

How hard is it to tame our own beast? How hard is it to shape our reality? To make it our own. To make the mind our pet.

Now imagine another human’s mind.

Free Your Mind.

MI

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