When you peel the layers of a person, it just comes down to skin, flesh, and bones. At least, this is what most people would agree.
We often forget that further still, right underneath our rib cage, there is the beating heart, and further beyond the heart seats the soul.
Considering the skin is the largest organ in the human body, it’s easy to think that it’s everything. Our looks, our image, our reputation. People go crazy these days, doing everything they can to make their skin tight and appear “right” and inject artifices with all their might, but they still perish. What happens to the flesh? It lusts after a particular appearance and envies those particulars of others. While it’s busy lusting and envying and greedily hauling the latest technologies to operate their skin, the flesh loses its density over time, as constant as gravity pulls, and all these sagging mass won’t be able to support itself with weak, drying bones.
All the while, everything beyond the heart is neglected. People would nod in agreement with the adage, the heart is fragile. But you know what’s even more fragile? These layers above it that’s supposed to protect it: Our bones, our flesh, our skin. It’s one big vessel that withers with age, and someday, layer by layer, it will turn back into dust.
The soul, on the other hand, is eternal. Where it may go after the rest of you died is up for question. Regardless of your choosing1, it’s where true healing begins. It’s the center where your spirit23 sovereigns over all the layers of your self, the impartial atom of your very being. That moment you feel empty inside? That’s when you forget the soul’s existence, after too much complying, complaining, and compromising. As your vessel undergoes the copious operations you let it through, the light within you wanes and wrinkles and wastes away. It vanishes, even, when you neglect it long enough.
So what’s a girl to do from hereon?