The Soul Knows What The Soul Really Needs

I’ve outgrown quite a bit in my life.

People. Situations. Belief systems. Excuses.

But I’ve never outgrown the scent of a brand new box of crayons.

I’m not exactly sure what it is. Maybe it brings me back to a much simpler time of my life. Maybe it reminds me of a time of unlimited possibilities where my imagination could colorfully come alive with a clean sheet of paper and a crayon in my hand. Maybe it prompts me to remember how much joy I was once able to experience by simply expressing myself creatively.

Somehow in exchange for growing up we are often forced to grow out of some of the activities which brought us so much happiness as a child. I guess we’re supposed to find more age-appropriate sources of joy. That upward spiral toward such joy often demands “bigger and better” vehicles of external stimulation the further up the spiral we go. It’s a spiral I’ve known quite well, along with the emptiness the superficial nature my spiral has contained.

No, I don’t own any crayons. But I do possess an inner affinity towards finding sources of joy more closely aligned with the joy I found within the simplicity of paper and crayons. It’s an affinity which has grown in the recent years as I’ve slowly exited the “bigger and better” spiral of needing more outside of me in order to make me happy.

Because the stuff outside of me has proven it never really made me truly happy at all.

The soul knows what the soul really needs.

Maybe all it needs a box of crayons?

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