One day you realize that the road you walked along with everyone else is not yours. One day you realize that you no longer want to go with everyone, be like everyone else, you don’t want to do what everyone else does and think according to a certain pattern. One day you turn your head to the right and to the left and you see the same thing, the same thing all the time. And you know what will happen to you tomorrow and what will happen in a year and in 10 years. You are like that squirrel that spins the wheel of your life, driving yourself more and more. You run quickly, not having time to look at the landscapes outside the window, not having time to hear the sounds and smells of life itself. You are running from point “A,” the beginning of your existence, to point “B,” the end of your stay on this earth. You run so fast that you seem to want to get it over with as soon as possible. And suddenly it becomes deathly sad. And the thought is in my head; - Why am I here? What does my life mean? In general, is this life mine? And the body shrinks into a small ball so as not to think, so as not to think about anything. Of course, you can tell yourself that this is nonsense, that you thought it was just the autumn-spring blues. That in principle everything is fine (work, income, family, car, dacha and even travel) That everyone lives like this and perhaps you are even better than many of them. But... The soul is in the chest, deep in the chest under the skin, muscles, tendons and bones the soul languishes. Bright, juicy, like the seven colors of the rainbow, after a refreshing May rain, like the murmur of a full-flowing mountain river, like the chirping of birds, like a breath of fresh wind. And you freeze and the thought in your head... - Do I have a soul? - She is alive? - Does she want something? -Dreams about something? - Why is she so deep and I hear her voice so quietly? O my dear friend! I congratulate you. You started asking important questions. - What to do next with this? What should I do with all these questions that I don't have an answer to? And then retire. Find a secluded corner in your space, because the soul loves silence. Take a piece of paper and write. - Hello my Soul, I am writing to you (put your name) and this is what I want to tell you. And write, write, write. Write everything you hear inside yourself. Write everything you feel. Write, don’t stop, don’t choose words, turn off your brain (sometimes it only bothers us, making complex things out of simple things and subjecting everything to critical analysis) Cry, laugh, be surprised, be indignant and write. After all, your Soul has been waiting for this for so long. And when your stream of thoughts and feelings dries up and sparkling silence sets in inside, put your pencil aside and get to know yourself. With you without masks, labels and stereotypes. With the true creation intended by the Creator.