Dear diary,
It happened again. Another piece of the soul dropped in; another incident where that person is struck with guilt, wanting to let go, leaving the people he cares behind, thinking it is for the best which turned out to be the other way round. Does he not have a clue that what he feels and what comes across his mind would eventually affect him in any ways? The plant in him is struggling to survive, but the mineral provided is never enough, not with all the negative emotions he recently has.
It is interesting to know that his kind practises the same culture as he does; to give up when they’re at their best instead of when the time is right, to not let go of their past but holding it tight to their chest, to not forgive themselves when the others already did. Certainly, there are the exceptional; one ruler does not measure all units, does it? Still, I never really understand the reason why. Perhaps this is the uniqueness of their species which differentiates them from the rest of the kingdom, whereby they have the Balance, be it the thinking, the attitude or the actions taken.
Long ago, it has been known that all souls are to be replaced by plants instead of crystalline, so that it can be taken care of by the owner itself, with the positive emotions and thoughts as the minerals needed, not to mention it is not as fragile as the previous design and definitely means whole lot better since the humans have to work on it, bringing it up. I’ve come across with a person year ago but was never close till the beginning of this year where I started to notice him more, with his attitude for friends and eventually, I decided to stay close by, interested in the up-building soul of his, to see how he is going to manage the obstacles which are to come.
We have our own rules when it comes to dealing with the living beings on this planet, especially the Homo sapiens, who in turn like to be known as humans, the ruler of all species. We are not allowed to have direct contact with them, no communication, not implication, nothing but to watch over them, checking their growth every now and then, pray for them whenever they’re at their worst, hoping their souls would stay strong till the very end. We must never reveal our true identities, except those who can no longer stand it, seeing the dying soul, who secretly take over the body of one of the friends, to encourage, to help and to wake that person up from the deepest sleep, despite the cases which have failed; those who want to join in the fun, to personally feel the atmosphere of being loved, being cared for.
Whenever one is depressed, less mineral being produced; whenever one is angry, acid is produced; whenever one reaches the max, one leaf falls; whenever the plant is dying, the soul too. And here I am, sitting at the side, hoping there will be no more fallen leaves, pieces of the soul; here I am, waiting at one corner, hoping there will be the moment where this particular person realizes his fate; here I am, looking around, hoping there will be someone who is able to make his day; here I am, curious, wondering when he is to water the plant with tears of joy instead of sorrow and blame, when he is to release the guilt in him, when he is to smile again, from the bottom of the heart.
If only the mankind can hear us, without having us to break the rules; if only one of them know what they’re dealing with when their very souls are shattering; if only.
Yours truly, The Guardian Angel
