“You look dead to me!”, Said the Mind.
The Soul, was used to receiving such sarcastic derogatory commentaries, from its supposed partner in life- Mind.
Mind sat on its high chair of Logic, crossed its sharp directional legs, and said “Abandonment of an idea does not mean total loss.”
“I never said that giving up would mean a loss.” Replied the Soul slowly.
“Yes,yes.. you did not say so. Yet, over the years, I have learnt how you might feel and perceive situations that sadden you.”
Soul stayed quiet.
“Then maybe loss is not the word. Forgive me.” Said the Mind as it looked around the room.
Logic the chair stood on peach pink floors of Empathy. Mind looked down at the floor, frowned and said “If only I had the power to shift the chair to another part of the room.”
The floor of the room was divided into two sections, one half covered with pink tiles of Empathy and other half covered with orange tiles of Boundaries.
Mind looked at soul, “Disappointment… That is what it is, not loss”.
“You are feeling disappointed Soul. What you need to see is that, it is okay. It is okay that what you desired did not happen despite all your good intentions and my efforts.” Said the Mind, kindly.
Soul quivered and shivered. Its glassy eyes, filled with water memories…looked sad.
Mind got down from the high chair of Logic and stood near a picture of Nostalgia, which hung inside the room that they were in – room of Contemplation.
“Do you remember our trip to floor tile store , how we fought that day..!“, Mind fondly smiled.” I wanted orange tiles and you wanted these pink, Empathy ones. We finally decided to use both of those. As Mind was still looking at the picture, Soul started to slowly drag the chair of logic across the room over the part where floor tiles were orange , made of Boundaries.
Mind saw this and quickly went to Soul’s aid. They both placed the Logic chair onto the floor of Boundaries and then looked into each other’s eyes.
“Are you ready?” Asked, the Mind.
Soul gave a firm nod and sat on the high seat of Logic upon the tiles of Boundaries.
Soul then took out its beautiful tiny purses , beautifully embroidered with such intricacy…each weighing in tons of uncertainty.
“Purses of Expectations?”
Soul gently nodded as it handed them over to Mind. Mind took them and cast them, one by one, into fireplace of “Let Go” beside him.
Flames burned bright blue, black, then grey …
Then as the fire grew to become gentle white, Soul looked at Mind and mouthed,”Thank you.”
Mind smiled and said,
“Feeble you look , Feeble you are my soul..
But each of these battles has made you much stronger
Than the world will ever know.”