Sometimes, the soul wants more than what the ego can handle.
The soul whispers —
a silent nudge, soft yet loud enough
to break through the deafening drums of ego.
Even when the ego has built
a beautiful, almost perfect, convenient life —
a bulletproof mirage —
the soul knows.
And deep down, you have always known too.
Ego can move mountains.
It can build kingdoms, forge victories,
create dazzling realities.
It is a force in itself.
But when the soul speaks,
its truth is so final, so absolute,
it feels almost cruel.
It dissolves all the smoke, all the shadows.
In every ending, a choice:
Either ego wins,
or the soul.
When the ego dies, the pain is loud.
Words are spoken, faces change, arrangements shift,
the world reshapes around the rupture.
But when the soul dies,
it is silent —
a scream so deep
only you can hear it
even in your most blissful, carefully constructed moments.
We must choose one.
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