What do I mean by, “Maybe the Po, not the Hun”?
A quick explanation is that for some, there isn’t just one soul or interpretation of soul. In the context of my contemplation of the question, Hun and Po make it an easier choice.
Po is the physical aspect of the soul, think of it like this, when the body dies, Po dies with it.
Hun is the ethereal aspect of the soul. When the body dies, Hun continue on to, wherever they ascend to.
For some reason, that answer popped immediately into my head but I couldn’t help but think about the fact that I’d still be selling a part of my soul just to be successful at something I love doing.
Which had me thinking about success and how differently one person might define it from another.
Would doing what I love as work diminish my love for it? Why?
Aren’t I successful just in that I can write now? Whenever I want?
These are the ponderings that have me wondering if my mind is a train wreck or a train station, with a neverending schedule of ideas coming and going all the time.
If you like ideas, you’re in the right place.
