Are you a miser towards your soul? Do you offer it only the crumbs from your table, the loose change in your purse, or the last few minutes of a busy, ego-driven day?
Your soul calls out for change, and you give it two nickels and a dime. It asks you to go to school, and you say you “don’t have time.” It invites you to love but you object, “that’s too risky.” It says “live life with passion,” so you order yourself a whisky. It says “talk with me,” and you say, “You’re my first choice, but tonight is Survivor and tomorrow is The Voice.” It says “let me heal you,” but you say “I can’t afford it,” you want the gift of your soul, but without paying for it. It gives you a dream, and you give it back. Should you carry your heart in a garbage sack?
And then one day you realize you had it all backwards. You put your soul last when you should have put it first. You set it off to the side when it should have been at the center. You made it one of many when it’s the only thing you’ve got.