Somewhere in our heads, if you listen hard enough, there is a voice that is the voice of Should. The voice of Should tells us how we should be doing things; how we should talk, how we should dress, how we should respond, how we should go along, how we should tolerate. And in my head, this voice tells me how I should write.
And every time we do, our real voice – our Soul’s voice – gets buried underneath sentences of sentences of what we should say, not what we want to say.
We die each time and we don’t know it.
A Writer’s Search for Meaning
And yet, in the quiet moments, our Soul’s voice finds sustenance. When we allow ourselves to simply speak our hearts – honestly, authentically – even if we break the rules of convention, our words find an audience. It is not the deft manipulation of words that resonate with us, but the touch of recognition one soul feels at listening to another soul’s voice, speaking over the voice of his shoulds. And we, when reading writing like that, aren’t as impressed by the message of the words as we are by its authenticity, because we too, yearn to express our souls like that.