psyche | ψυχή

My childhood was happy and full of stories, bed time stories, breakfast stories to allure me to drink milk – I still don’t drink milk – walk in the park stories. Even when I was being punished for being naughty, I would say to my grand mother “please tell me a story”. The best stories were the ones told in bed. My mother would come back home late in the evening and would lay down next to me, would caress my hair and would tell me the most beautiful stories. Stories that would turn into dreams once I closed my eyes. How much I miss being told a story…
During my early school years, I used to imagine of being part of myths from the Greek mythology. My parents tried so hard to make me socialise more actively with other kids but I found them so boring, they knew nothing about myths, stories. I would spend hours being silent, observing my friends. I still observe people so closely despite no longer being a silent person.
So, as I grew old I turned into a very sociable, extrovert yet somehow lonely teenager. I always knew a lot of people but would choose very few to make stories with, even fewer to live stories with. The most soul lifting ones, the stories about love. Being in love is the most powerful transformation a human being can experience. I remember myself saying “Oh, I am in love with the idea of being in love”, but never before had I realised how much I was changing every time I was falling in and out of love. I mentioned the word “soul”…and “love”.

There is this film I watched in Athens during Christmas, Worlds Apart of three different stories bonded together on a common ground, Greece and Love The reason I am bringing this up is the movie’s reference to the most romantic myth of all. The most beautiful love story of all times. The myth of Soul and Eros.

Eros, son of Aphrodite, was the personification of intense love desire and he was depicted throwing arrows to people in order to hit their heart and make them fall in love. Psyche, a beautiful maiden, personifies the human soul. In fact, she is the symbol of the soul purified by passions and misfortunes and who is, from now on, prepared to enjoy eternal happiness. In the love story of Eros (Cupid in Latin) and Psyche (meaning “soul” in Greek), we can see the perseverance of a man even when he is possessed by passion and the effort of a woman to overcome many obstacles in order to achieve the happiness of love.

Soul is alive in order to seach for love and only by searching for love it feels alive

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