Dialogue With My Soul. Personal development, #5
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- Date de parution12/05/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
I started this dialogue not with the intention of writing a book, but with the need to understand myself. I woke up one day overwhelmed not by great suffering, but by a heavy, dense silence that would no longer let me hide. I didn't know who I was beyond the roles I played, son, father, friend, worker, dreamer. I felt alive, but I wasn't living. I was moving forward, but I didn't know what for. Then I started writing.
Not with the thought of the beauty of words, but with the desire to listen to my soul. I wasn't writing for others, but for myself. At first, there was a heavy silence between me and myself. But slowly, with patience and sincerity, that voice inside began to take shape. It wasn't a loud voice. It was a warm whisper, which didn't judge, didn't force, but simply asked:"Why are you running away? Why are you silent? What do you want, with" .
I discovered, one by one, that my fears were not enemies, but gates. That pain was not an end, but a calling. That love does not mean perfection, but full presence. I understood that I am not here to become someone, but to remember who I have always been. This book is not a teaching. It is not a spiritual manual. It is a journey within. A confession. A series of conversations between the part of me that has forgotten and the part of me that remembers.
Between the man of today and the child who still lives in me. Between me and God, as He hides in me. Maybe you, the reader, will find yourself in places. Maybe not. But if somewhere, in a silent corner of your heart, you also feel the need for a sincere dialogue with your soul, then you are not alone. We meet here. Not in words, but in Truth. This is the beginning. The rest will speak for itself.
Not with the thought of the beauty of words, but with the desire to listen to my soul. I wasn't writing for others, but for myself. At first, there was a heavy silence between me and myself. But slowly, with patience and sincerity, that voice inside began to take shape. It wasn't a loud voice. It was a warm whisper, which didn't judge, didn't force, but simply asked:"Why are you running away? Why are you silent? What do you want, with" .
I discovered, one by one, that my fears were not enemies, but gates. That pain was not an end, but a calling. That love does not mean perfection, but full presence. I understood that I am not here to become someone, but to remember who I have always been. This book is not a teaching. It is not a spiritual manual. It is a journey within. A confession. A series of conversations between the part of me that has forgotten and the part of me that remembers.
Between the man of today and the child who still lives in me. Between me and God, as He hides in me. Maybe you, the reader, will find yourself in places. Maybe not. But if somewhere, in a silent corner of your heart, you also feel the need for a sincere dialogue with your soul, then you are not alone. We meet here. Not in words, but in Truth. This is the beginning. The rest will speak for itself.
I started this dialogue not with the intention of writing a book, but with the need to understand myself. I woke up one day overwhelmed not by great suffering, but by a heavy, dense silence that would no longer let me hide. I didn't know who I was beyond the roles I played, son, father, friend, worker, dreamer. I felt alive, but I wasn't living. I was moving forward, but I didn't know what for. Then I started writing.
Not with the thought of the beauty of words, but with the desire to listen to my soul. I wasn't writing for others, but for myself. At first, there was a heavy silence between me and myself. But slowly, with patience and sincerity, that voice inside began to take shape. It wasn't a loud voice. It was a warm whisper, which didn't judge, didn't force, but simply asked:"Why are you running away? Why are you silent? What do you want, with" .
I discovered, one by one, that my fears were not enemies, but gates. That pain was not an end, but a calling. That love does not mean perfection, but full presence. I understood that I am not here to become someone, but to remember who I have always been. This book is not a teaching. It is not a spiritual manual. It is a journey within. A confession. A series of conversations between the part of me that has forgotten and the part of me that remembers.
Between the man of today and the child who still lives in me. Between me and God, as He hides in me. Maybe you, the reader, will find yourself in places. Maybe not. But if somewhere, in a silent corner of your heart, you also feel the need for a sincere dialogue with your soul, then you are not alone. We meet here. Not in words, but in Truth. This is the beginning. The rest will speak for itself.
Not with the thought of the beauty of words, but with the desire to listen to my soul. I wasn't writing for others, but for myself. At first, there was a heavy silence between me and myself. But slowly, with patience and sincerity, that voice inside began to take shape. It wasn't a loud voice. It was a warm whisper, which didn't judge, didn't force, but simply asked:"Why are you running away? Why are you silent? What do you want, with" .
I discovered, one by one, that my fears were not enemies, but gates. That pain was not an end, but a calling. That love does not mean perfection, but full presence. I understood that I am not here to become someone, but to remember who I have always been. This book is not a teaching. It is not a spiritual manual. It is a journey within. A confession. A series of conversations between the part of me that has forgotten and the part of me that remembers.
Between the man of today and the child who still lives in me. Between me and God, as He hides in me. Maybe you, the reader, will find yourself in places. Maybe not. But if somewhere, in a silent corner of your heart, you also feel the need for a sincere dialogue with your soul, then you are not alone. We meet here. Not in words, but in Truth. This is the beginning. The rest will speak for itself.
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