The Merchant with the Soul Scale There were years… Years of work, home, duties, family. Years where I gave everything — except to myself. Years where I chose loyalty over comfort, truth over ease. And one day I asked: Who weighs my heart? Who sees the silent offerings, the quiet strength, the loyal choices made in the shadows? What is the price of kindness, and who decides its worth? I realized: not everyone carries a fair scale. Some weigh you by what you give, not by who you are. But then there are the rare souls — priceless, true. Real friendships. Honest smiles. Listening hearts. Today, I sell nothing. I’ve closed the shop to the world… and opened it to myself. And if someone knocks with sincerity and clear eyes, I’ll open the door and offer what I have left: a story, a smile, a piece of soul.