The Shadows of Those Who Treat Soul as a Confessional
After seeing many Soul discussions like 'Stories Behind the Gags,' I realized that many of these stories resonate deeply with me – the more experiences shared, the more I find my own story reflected in them, and see my own shadow in countless others.
As we get older, our experience grows, and we develop a deeper understanding of things we couldn't grasp before, and we truly understand the hardships we once barely experienced.
When I was a child, I thought that if someone left, we could exchange addresses and phone numbers, find a way to reunite. Now I understand that sometimes, permanent separation is the most beautiful landscape of life; it's not the person who's gone, but rather a part of my past that's fading away.
This Soul user's mother secretly accompanied her during chemotherapy, because of the side effects of the treatment, her hair fell out completely. When she returned home, she was bald.
This Soul user's father passed away from liver cancer, and she struggled to express her grief. She turned to Soul as a confidant, writing about her longing for her father.
This Soul user, raised in a family that favored sons, wrote about her long-held grievances in Soul.
After reading these heartbreaking stories, I suddenly remembered a passage from 'The Thirteenth Step':
'—My sky has no sun; it's always dark, but not truly dark, because something has replaced the sun. Though not as bright as the sun, it's enough for me. With this light, I can transform the darkness into daylight. I've never had a sun, so I'm not afraid to lose it.'
Despite all the difficulties in life, Soul remains a tree for everyone to lean on and a listener.
