Soul Searching

How do you think it feels to lose one’s soul?

I mean, do you think it’s a gradual, slow death kind of a thing? Like when a lightning bug is put into a closed jar and it slowly suffocates from lack of air and its light flickers and then goes out completely, smothered cruelly into nothingness? 

Or is it, maybe, a dulled-brain, synapse thing, like forgetting where you left your keys, instead, you’re wandering around your life forgetting where you left your soul? Could be.

Or maybe, through years of neglect and lack of care and appreciative attention, it becomes scuffed and gnawed beyond recognition and no longer recognizable, let alone useful.

Or maybe, if someone appears to have lost their soul, maybe, just maybe, they never had one to begin with. They don’t feel the loss , they don’t feel a lingering pain. All they feel is a coldness, an unfeeling coldness. 

Like ice.

“We turn evil when we lose our capacity for compassion.” 

– Anonymous