I have a bird in my soul. But you also do. Have you noticed? If not, just try to listen to something isnide of you and maybe you'll discover him. If it seems hard but you speak German, look up the poem called Der Seelenvogel by Michael Snunit, Na'ama Golomb. Maybe that will wake your soulbird up.
So, once he's awake, you'll feel some things differently. You'll feel the soulbird's mood. Especially when you are under emotional shocks.
Since I like reading, novels that is, my soulbird reacts to the morals of the books I read. I have noticed, that just like in visual arts, it is not the style and technique of writing any more that makes a piece of literature good (even though that matters, too), but the ideas. How daring the book is, how shockingly do the protagonists behave.
Letely I was reading about boys being raped, about a wife having breast cancer and dying from it whereas her husband falls in love with someone else. And we all know true stories of adultery, lies and thieves from our own surrounding. So it is not so hard to imagine, that whatever we read in the books, is actually going on around us and we just have been oblivious to it.
And that is when my soulbird is most confused.
I believe in things changing, in progress, in people being able to be honest and reliable and truthful. I believe that what we feel now, just after we passed quarter of a century of age, is the truth we accept and according to which we will live. Or are least I really would like it to be true.
I would like to comfort those who love me and care about me. I would like to be there for them.
Am I lying to myself?