What is a soul?


    There are many different answers depending on who you ask but the connection between each answer is that it is what gives a will and life.


    But what people don’t know is that it’s what gives people purposes. A meaning.


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    ‘Who am I?’


    The black haired boy asked himself while he was in deep thought.


    Against what most would assume was an identity crisis, it was a question he was asking himself. He was trying to understand himself by questioning who he is as a person, as a living being.


    The boy was only 15 but was questioning his identity. The reason he was even thinking this was because he had multiple self doubts and questioning his own thoughts. Sometimes he would talk to himself, losing himself in a never ending conversation.


    The boy then suddenly thought about who he was, leading to asking this question.


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    ‘I’m human but do I even have a purpose? What makes me a living person?’ He asked himself.


    ‘What even gives people a purpose? Would it be the soul of a person? But what makes a soul and what does a soul even look like?’


    He tried to understand. He started to try and look into himself but failed to understand.


    He tried and failed.


    Again.


    Again.


    He started to try something else.


    ‘If a soul is what gives people a purpose. Then would a soul be made of life?’


    He started to learn.


    ‘Then, what would life look like?’


    He started to think about life as a whole.


    ‘Life is the beginning of a purpose.’


    He learned and grew.


    As he thought this. He started to see something in the deepest part of himself.


    It was a flame but it wasn’t the usual flame but instead a green flame.


    ‘This is a soul…’ he said to himself as he looked in awe.


    ‘A soul is made from life. It would be easy to assume that life is green.’


    As he thought this he noticed how everything turned white.


    Looking around he also saw some red and green. But almost everything was white.


    Looking at his hands. He noticed a red aura around it.


    ‘I feel so nice and calm.’ He thought.


    His mind has turned peaceful.


    ‘I see so much. It’s as if I started to understand, feel, and see everything.’ It’s as if he knew everything.


    But soon everything turned back to normal. And soon he fell asleep.


    (this is an old story I wrote, if you enjoyed it try showing because I probably won''t write this unless I was given a reason)