Of the soul and more...

Is the soul a feature that can be customized, switched on and off? Is it tangible? Can we measure its potential, desire, capability, intentions…? What is ones soul, why do we need a soul, what good does it do a body to have a soul?

A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in church and the minister was going on and on about how we create images of our selves and only let certain people into certain aspects of us. Most of us, he purported, have the need for recognition. We want to be remembered by somebody, anybody when we pass on for what we did. I sat there shaking my head in disagreeance, knowing that I wouldn’t careless if anyone remembered me.

Two weeks of contemplation on the subject have gone by and now I recognize that there may have been some truth in what he said. I think I choose the line of career that I choose because I want to make a difference in somebody, anybody’s life. I want to change the helpless nature of a being so that s/he aspires to be more than they would ever imagine. I don’t know if this constitutes me wanting to be remembered as so and so who did such and such, but I do recognize that in my doing of such and such, so and so may always remember me as the person who changed their lives. So maybe deep down somewhere, my being wants to be recognized…I will ponder some more on this one.

On further contemplation of the words that transpired while in church, I started to wonder what image I project to those with whom I interact. I would be labeled with a multi-personality disorder, as I believe many of us would. We oft times project varying pieces of ourselves to different people and environments. I think it is wise to do so but I may be wrong in my thinking. I for one do not want my colleagues to know certain things about me. That I may drink or can dance the night away or love to have sex or whatever the case is has nothing to do with my job performance. I therefore don’t deem it a necessity to share with those whom I work with. I think that there’s a level of being known, being understood that we all yearn for. We share bonds with those who we reckon understand us and don’t judge us but simply embrace us for who we are…unconditionally, unchanged, unretouched…

I’m off on a tangent of sorts now…but I’ve been wondering if my friends and family or those who claim to know me really know me. I’m known among family and friends as one who does not mince words and this oft times gets me in trouble. I butt heads with others because of my sometimes insensitivity in delivering information. I get extremely upset when people claim to know and understand me and ensue to offer apologies on my behalf. These are however subtleties of who I am…my essence is deeper than that or so I believe. Does this mean anything…why am I sharing that point? I know, was going somewhere with it but got lost in my verbosity. Most people know us because of what we present to them. The other thing is that people don’t tend to believe us when we tell them who we are…I wonder why!