"What makes your soul smile?" she asked. I opened my mouth but could not phrase and answer to tell her, as I was too baffled by the question. I was confused by the idea; could I see it, touch it? Or was it touching me all the time, was it all over me, inside out? It, she, what is it? Is it me, am I my soul?
I am telling you now, though, the best I can. I cannot quite define or describe it in a way that would make any justice to what I actually experience. It is the way I am moved by a simple thing, merely a moment in time that means more than just a moment. A word that is more than just a word, a decision that comes with a golden heart and a silver lining.
The way the rising sun colors the horizon with a palette more harmonious than the most beautiful piece of art, reflecting the light from the water or the ice, burning through the distance, captivating my eyes and stopping my world for a second.
The sound that I hear not only with my ears but with my entire being, echoing a beautiful melody that carries a meaning deeper than a simple note, completing the moment of emotion.
The feeling after overcoming a chaos, when the last piece of the puzzle is put into place and I can take a step back to look at what I've created, knowing I did the best I could, falling into a sweet blur of a moment of freedom.
That is what makes my soul smile. I guess it happens when I stop pulling the world towards me and take a step into it instead, with a curious mind and an open heart.
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