"To what use, then, am I now putting my soul? Ask yourself this question on every occasion. Examine yourself. What do I now have in this part of me called the directing mind? What sort of soul do I have after all? Is it that of a child? A boy? A woman? A despot? A beast of the field? A wild animal?"
My examined soul, my inner sanctum.
I still feel like a child inside, ignorant, unknowing, searching for acceptance and trying to gain others approval.
I enjoy simple things, the joy of pain and perseverance having taken its toll on an already road worn body.
But what is in my directing mind? To be better, to be wise. And to be happy and unburdened by a life of wandering aimlessly. I want more than anything for this, to be content and safe. To not fear for anything. To welcome death on it's due time knowing that the things I have done are finished.