The Theory of the Soul
When I was eighteen, I noted my own theory about the soul.
I watched it move and shift within other people, how it manifested itself within their bodies.
A completely different entity to the conscience, the soul exists as a person’s essence.
The conscience controls what you feel whilst the soul gives you the power to express those feelings.
Most believers of the power of the soul think that it resides and harbours inside the chest, where you may feel it most as it pulses/powers your heart and clenches your lungs.
I believe that we don’t feel with our hearts alone, we feel and express with all of our body.
I’ve been told that my mouth is very expressive, with the things that I feel being revealed around it on the landscape that is my face.
I cannot hide the love and passion I feel for my friends and family; I cannot hide the disdain I feel for my enemies and foes; I cannot hide the pain I feel within myself; I cannot keep my soul within the boundaries of my bones.
I theorise that my soul exists in my throat; it dwells there and gives my body the power to make a room silent or my Dad cry when I sing.
I have witnessed someone with a travelling soul; it moves around within their walls and makes them restless.
It has no definite destination to rest within, much like the way in which their conscience craves so much from life.
Sometimes it controls their hands as they navigate the world and their skin, responding to feelings before their brain has had the chance to fully process it.
It moves to their eyes when they see, touch and endure something they love and dominates their brain when they float above us all.
The capacity for emotion and expression varies within everyone and is manipulated by their situations, mindsets and lifetimes.
No one soul is the same as the next man’s.
I believe in soul mates, but this extends much further than those who are soul mates through love.
People are drawn together in every life that they pass and travel through, drawn together by two souls destined to be intertwined in solitude.
It cannot be stopped.
It may be interrupted, but there are souls that will one day meet and experience the world together; whether it be falling in love, growing old, or one raising the other.