The topic of having a soul has been in my mind for a few days. The Mr and I were talking to our tenant one night and we were talking about souls. The tenant believes he has a soul and will continue on when his body dies. He finds comfort in that thought.
It kind of makes me sad to think that we don’t have souls, thanks to my childhood indocternation. But at the same time I like the idea of not having a soul. I like it because it makes me realize that this is the only life I get so I should do as much as possible. I do feel more excited about waking up day to day. I have no reason to worry about my immortal soul.
I feel soo much happier since coming out. I dont have someone or something looking over me deciding that if i step out of line that I’m damned forever. It really is a freeing feeling.