I Answer to My Soul

"If you are waiting for your last years to be pleasant. Why aren't you living them now?" I asked outloud, rhetorically to an elder person twenty or more years ahead of me.

Dying is not usually, completely pleasant... Neither is living. There are quite few exceptions to both those statements. If there are, you are either a liar, a con-artist, or naive... I will take it that 93 percent of you reading this are naive... Why? It is that is the gestimation of the population in America that doesn't think they are actually going to die.

I don't believe in 'bucket-lists'. That's garbage. I do things for one reason... it is they move my soul. And when my soul calls me, I respond... Even if it scares me. You see, I'm not afraid of dying as much as I'm afraid of not answering to my soul. Because when you answer to your soul, then you're living in your purpose. When you deny the call, you are reckoning with a form of being ungrateful. And that is what I'd prefer not to reckon with.

I answer even if the call seems ridiculous, edgy, or I know people may criticize me for it. I forge ahead, denying the envious, the naysayers, the friends that become enemies, the 'almost' friends, etc... I deny the people who claim to be psuedo-soothsayers. Like they know it all. They curse me and my purpose with their ill words and wishes against my soul. All the while they realize that deep down they despise what they consider as my being more liberated than them. No, that's not it. It is that they are not my god. I'm not to live to their path, but to my own. To my own, to fulfill my soul's destiny. A destiny each individual soul is to contribute to the world to create more forward human progression. It is about becoming some form of humanitarian.

What is good for me, may not be good for many others. What I eat, what I drink, how I pray, my activity selection, etc... is no one's but mine. I reckon that and I recognize that. And I know most others do NOT. And that there is the reason for much of the unpeace in the world. ----Jody-Lynn Reicher

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