We create our souls. Parts of them are formed in childhood, built on the foundation of religion and values of parents. Even those ancient segments vary across a lifetime, shifting based on decisions.
Souls are a reflection of the things we hold dear and the people we love best. It’s no surprise that food and music have taken the name of soul, proof of its nourishment and deep feeling.
Through our souls, we give shape and weight to opinions, sorting life’s experiences into good and evil. Our souls allow us to reframe every experience, tasting the bitter among the sweet, finding hope in deepest darkness.
How odd for us to believe that a soul is something acquired at birth and retained after death. To believe in an immortal soul is to surrender our freedom to live, love and learn. They are our most treasured possessions, our proudest works of art.