“Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.” – Emily Dickinson

A soul is the most precious gift anyone could ever hope for.  It is the essence that brings life and connects you with each other and yet it is what differentiates you from others; your perception of life and everything that surrounds you, your talents, your weaknesses and strengths.  Above all, it offers the idea of eternity, of humanity to individuals easily lost to the concerns and sorrows of the world.

I always assumed that one was born with a soul.

But someone once told me that you are not born with a soul; that one must persevere through the suffering and ignorance before a soul may be earned.