Last week dragged on for an eternity. Even though we only had three days of school. I hate when time passes dreadfully slowly when all you want is for hours to fly by in just one blink. And when you don’t want a moment to end, it invariably passes before you can fully appreciate it.
Today, at work, one of the children in my class told me what a soul is. He said, “It’s the person inside of you.” Of course, I had to suppress a giggle, but it certainly got me thinking. How would you define a soul? I mean, I know what he was trying to say. It’s the essence inside of you that makes you who you are. But, how would you explain that to someone? Dictionary.com gave various definitions that ranged from, “the principle of life, feeling, thought, and action in humans, regarded as a distinct entity separate from the body, and commonly held to be separable in existence from the body; the spiritual part of humans as distinct from the physical part” to “shared ethnic awareness and pride among black people, esp. black Americans.” But, none of these definitions answered my questions. Is a soul really it’s own entity, or can it die with you? Does everyone have a soul? Can you lose your soul? Do we all have different souls? Where are souls kept? I could probably go one, but I think I’ll spare you.
My point is that a soul could probably be whatever you want it to be. Just like the definition of normal or beautiful. Instead of black and/or white, the answer is probably more in the gray area. Oh, how I wish everything in this world could be conveyed in black and white. No confusion or misinformation. Everyone would understand one another and no one would be misunderstood. Although, I guess if everything was that clear-cut, life wouldn’t be quite as interesting.
I guess we’ll never know, though. Because the world can’t be as black and white as my Xanga layout.
