Dear, you. Hey, buddy. Been a while for not greeting each other, huh? I didn't even welcome you to this current phase of life, the repetitive days, and those challenges that might already be your loyal friends now. Come in, let's travel insight. I will give you a tour to this architectural building of the soul.
At that front gate, you will find the green and aesthetic little park. Seems pretty, isn't it? But that is what we call as a beautiful liar. As the garden of irony, it actually is the mask that someone puts on their face everyday to seem fine. Anyway, the foundation of this building is rather complicated. It was made of the perfect mixture of dream, strength, expectation, and trauma.
Here is the first room. It consists of hope and past successful experiences. The old memories were so good, yet it haunted sometimes, to be shadowing all the steps, pretending someone to move on. Contrary, the dream is so beautiful, as if we see their coming for real. However, come on, buddy. They are not the truth. They can either be the strong power to make a better future, or ironically just hold our steps to be stuck in daydreaming without concrete steps making it true.
On the right corner, you will find the main "rational" room. Here is the studio owned by the conscious mind. For some people, or the certain successful ones, they have a very large space for this room. They allow this spot to dominate their house so that this becomes the main focus for operational control. On the other hand, some others do not really pay attention to how important this space is, so they make only a small spot with limited access. Hence, this "sad" buddy rarely comes to visit this zone because it will disturb their imaginary dreaming that full of blindness.
Last but not least, this is the back area of our home, the traumatic zone. Rather dark here, because it is not supposed to be visited so often. Some wise soul just put them as an unimportant warehouse. Ironically, for the rest others, they put too large spaces for this zone which drains their life a lot. They allow this spot to dominate their memory and feed them with negativity. Even, it becomes their main operational control and sources of exhausting dementor. This is how things start to be blind and stuck. However, there is no such perfection in the home of a soul. Those all buildings must be arranged as it is, although someone actually has a clear freedom to be an architect for their own "soul" home.
