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The Voice Within: How I Reconnected With My Soul in a Noisy World

Knowing Who I Am — And Who I’m Not

By A Waseem khattakPublished 7 months ago 3 min read

We all live two lives. One that the world sees — full of roles, responsibilities, and routines — and another that only we truly know. This second life, the deeper one, isn’t made of job titles or schedules. It’s made of thoughts, emotions, memories, and dreams. It is the part of us that feels joy without reason and pain without explanation.

That is the soul.

And for me, life has never been just about survival. It’s about protecting and honoring that soul. I’ve come to believe that if you lose touch with your soul, you lose touch with the very reason you’re alive.

Knowing Who I Am — And Who I’m Not

We are often asked to define ourselves.

“What do you do?”

“Where do you work?”

“What have you achieved?”

But rarely does anyone ask, “Who are you when no one’s watching?” or “What brings you peace in silence?”

For a long time, I answered those typical questions without hesitation. But deep inside, I felt I wasn’t truly seen. It took me years to understand that my real value wasn’t in my title, productivity, or popularity. My true worth lies in how aligned I am with my inner self — my soul.

When I live in harmony with it, I feel grounded. When I ignore it, I feel lost. And so, I began the journey inward.

Disconnecting to Reconnect

There came a time when I felt a growing emptiness — despite doing everything “right.” I would go through the motions of daily life, but something always felt… off. I was tired even when I had rested. I was present, but not truly there.

And the reason was simple: I had become distant from myself.

Too much screen time. Too much noise. Too many comparisons. I had been living, but not feeling alive.

One evening, I turned off my phone, took a walk under the open sky, and realized how long it had been since I listened — not to music or media, but to my own thoughts. That moment marked the beginning of change.

I disconnected — not from people or responsibilities, but from the things that drowned out my inner voice. I chose stillness over stimulation. I gave my soul space to breathe.

The Soul Loves Simplicity

I found healing in small, quiet moments:

The wind rustling through trees

The warmth of chai shared with no urgency

The softness of an old melody on a cloudy afternoon

A dusty notebook, filled with thoughts no one else would read

The first prayer of the day before the world wakes up

These aren’t extravagant experiences. But to the soul, they are nourishment.

I stopped measuring my life by how much I accomplished and started measuring it by how deeply I felt each moment. That shift brought me peace I had long been chasing elsewhere.

Letting the Soul Speak

Sometimes the soul speaks through silence. Other times, through a sudden tear, or a feeling that you’re meant for something deeper.

I began writing again — not for an audience, but for clarity. I prayed more — not out of obligation, but out of love. I chose stillness over noise, truth over trends, peace over pressure.

I realized that for the first time, I wasn’t performing. I was being. I was finally living my life — not a version shaped by expectations, algorithms, or applause.

Final Reflection: Protect What Is Sacred

This world constantly pulls us away from what matters. We’re taught to chase, to prove, to impress. But I’ve learned that real fulfillment doesn’t come from how many people clap for you. It comes from knowing you’ve stayed true to your soul.

I still have dreams. I still work hard. But now, I live for something deeper. I live for the moments that don’t need to be shared or praised — only felt.

I live for the quiet connection with my Creator. For the beauty of being real. For the stillness where the soul can speak.

Because in the end, my life is my soul.

And my soul is worth protecting.

Author’s Note:

This article reflects my personal thoughts and experiences. It was written and refined with the help of AI-assisted editing tools, but the reflections and emotions expressed here are my own.

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About the Creator

A Waseem khattak

Waseem Khattak,a journalist,author,and media educator with 16+ years of experience,heads the Journalism Department at Women University Swabi.He writes for top outlets and trains youth in ethical, responsible journalism. @awaseemkhattak

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