MY SOUL

When I started the journey of authorship, I did not know what was ahead of me. In fact, I was as confused as any other youth attempting to understand how the world works. Yet, there was a certain person inside of me that seemed sure. I think he was what people call The Soul.

My Soul knew what Julius Thie wanted all along. And he kept assuring me that despite the mistakes I was bound to make along this less-travelled path, he was never going to lose sight of our destination. Today, after ups and downs, and after entering mazes that deprived me of all hope, and after struggling with my Soul for clear answers, I have come to a realization.

For my Soul, it was never about writing. It was never about the struggles or the people who did not believe in me. It was never about the mazes and the hopeless attempts to show people that what I was doing was worth doing. It was never about paying my bills, neither was it ever about my bank numbers being six figures.

For my Soul, it was about the path. This inside person kept telling me, though I never listened, that our path is what makes us unique. He kept saying that we will make it eventually. He kept insisting that our triumph will be immense based on the challenges we would face. That he knew I was stronger than I seemed on the outside.

Me and my inside person have not triumphed yet. And I don't think our success is anywhere in the near future. In fact we are at a point where giving up is the best option one would take. But my Soul seems to have convinced me. To this point, I believe him more than I doubted the things people said when I told them I wanted to be a writer. And I think that is all I need on this journey whose despair cannot be persevered by one person. Luckily, I've got my Soul by my side.