The goodness of my soul will save me

I think this a lot. As a human who has not had many traumatic things happen, health wise, I am naive and hopeful. I believe that I am protected by the universe and my own sheer will and my body’s understanding. 

I am silly, of course. But how much does thinking this actually change things? Can we believe something so hard that we change the will of the way? Is this not the basis of various things, such as manifestation for example? I am well, so I am well. 

And yet this is differing from my usual train of thought. 

The goodness of my soul will save me. 

I have done bad things, but I am not a bad person. Those who see that and understand that and love that will stay. That is all I need to know. I know that my soul is good, that it is exploratory by nature, that it is sensitive and gentle, that it is wild and colourful. I love my soul, and my soul loves me (I hope others see my soul as I do). And yet this disconnect happens from somewhere other than this place of mutual love. 

I don’t believe anyone can fully squash ego. It is human nature after all. But befriending it, and sometimes disciplining it like a rambunctious child, may be a way to co exist. Peacefully. 

It has taken me years to accept my self as a human, mistakes and flaws and all. Sometimes I falter, but I look back at how I punished myself and I shake my head at myself, although I shouldn’t, as she didn’t know any better either. 

Is the belief of a good soul enough?