How Can I Hear My Soul?

I’ve asked myself this question more than once—how can I hear my soul? I think deep down, I always believed there was something inside me trying to speak, but for a long time, I couldn’t quite hear it.

I Tried to Find It in the Noise

At first, I tried to listen by doing more—reading, watching, following everyone else’s advice. I thought maybe if I filled my life with enough inspiration, I’d hear something meaningful.

But the more I filled my head, the quieter that inner voice became. I realized my soul wasn’t trying to compete with the world—it was waiting for me to slow down.

I Sat in the Quiet

Eventually, I tried something different. I sat in silence. At first, it felt awkward—too quiet. My thoughts were loud, chaotic even. But I kept showing up for those quiet moments. Over time, something shifted. The silence stopped feeling empty. It started to feel full… like something was there, underneath the noise.

I started to notice little whispers—not words exactly, but feelings. A pull. A nudge. A knowing.

I Noticed What Felt Like Me

I paid attention to what felt good in my body, in my heart. I noticed when something felt heavy or fake. And I noticed when something felt like home.

I think my soul speaks that way—through ease, through energy. When something lights me up, when I feel fully myself, I know I’m close to it.

I Let Go of What Wasn’t Mine

I looked at the things I was doing just to please people. The paths I followed because they were “safe” or expected. I asked myself: Is this mine? Or did I pick this up from someone else?

Letting go wasn’t always easy, but every time I dropped something that didn’t belong to me, I could hear my soul more clearly.

I Tried to Listen in the Small Moments

I realized my soul doesn’t just speak in big life decisions. Sometimes it speaks in tiny moments—in the pause before I say yes to something I don’t want, in the deep breath before I hit send, in the way my chest tightens when something’s off.

I started listening there, too.

I Asked, and Then I Waited

Sometimes I asked my soul questions—softly, in my journal or before bed:

• What do I need right now?
• Where am I being led?
• What am I afraid to admit?

I didn’t always get answers right away. But when I stopped trying to force it, and just waited… something always came. A thought. A dream. A random conversation. The answers found me.

And Now?

Now, I don’t always get it right. I still lose touch sometimes. I still forget to listen.

But I know how to come back.

I find quiet. I breathe. I ask. I wait.

And I remember: My soul has always been speaking.

I just had to learn how to hear it.