Worry drains my soul. Anger. Frustration. Hate. Negativity. I experience all of these - I let myself experience all of these - but they make me feel dead inside. Flat. They make me lose who I am. Above all, depression drains my soul. It feels like a Dementor's kiss. It feels like death.
Relationships recharge my soul. Connecting with another human being - a family member, a friend, a lover, a teacher, a co-worker - recharges me, makes me feel real and whole. Writing recharges my soul, reminds me who I am. Thinking, reflecting on my convictions, remembering my passions...all of these things save me.
What is the soul?
I know the song is called Heart & Soul, but I think the heart and the soul are one in the same. The soul is what makes you live. Not what makes you breathe, or your body function, but what really makes you live. The soul is the thing that feels the pain of getting hurt, the joy of a baby being born, the anger of someone letting you down, the happiness of simply being. The soul is feelings, the soul is hopes and dreams, the soul is everything that matters, spiritually, emotionally. It's everything.
Can you kill your soul?
I hope not. I think even the people who seem like the are soul-less still have something to hang on to. I don't think anyone is completely without a soul - I don't know that you could live like that. Physically, I don't think your body would survive. And I would hope that no one gets to that point...even if you contemplate suicide, your soul is still there, just in pain. Even sociopaths must have a little bit of soul. I would hate to think there are empty people walking about in the world.
Does the soul have a gender?
Your soul is you. What makes you you. In that way I suppose it does, but not necessarily the same one you are assigned on the outside.
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