The simplicity of life in hindsight
A Naked Soul
The difference between the evolution of the human race and that of the human soul is explicit in simplicity yet subtle in its similarity. Humans over the years have learned the art of clothing themselves and embellishing themselves in an attempt to take refuge behind a veil of pretentiousness. During an age when the craze is to adorn the most beautiful camouflage, the most devious veil, it’s not often that you meet a soul oblivious to this evolution, a soul that has refused over the years to adorn the veil of pretentiousness. The beauty of such a soul sticks out like that of the demeanor of a drunken ant in a long queue of goal oriented ants. I’m not ashamed to say that over the years, I’ve found myself knitting together a beautiful veil for myself, a veil that I’m now ashamed of. We try so hard to be unique, however, in this pursuit of individuality we find our true selves to be lost, often lost beyond redemption. This post is not about me, but about a soul untouched by all vices that exist around it, a soul who I have known for about a fortnight, and a soul who I’ve understood only today.
- “I Sold My Soul for a Bag,” She Said. (astipastina.wordpress.com)
- The Passion of Word and Silence (beginningtopray.blogspot.com)
- Evolution of the Soul (bodhirose.wordpress.com)