It is for each of us - very light and pure in childhood. And such a rough, battered by the scars of old age. Good, or bad. Sincere, or cynical.
At birth, she is filled with love, and in case of death, almost losing her. And if she dies? Will the answer to this question is simple reasoning? Who knows. But we have another goal. The goal is to show it from the inside.
What is it, soul? Opinions differ, because it reflects in its own way.
Some she hides, the other reveals the world. Some reproaches all my life, and someone soundly asleep. She is striking in its beauty and frightening in its ugliness. It can give happiness, and perhaps despair. Oddly enough, not everyone wants to keep it. The soul flies, falls, crawls, or floats. It is always filled with black or white paints, which are often mixed and given grey, plain color. But those with a light or dark soul is most evident.
Soul or lonely, or surrounded by the same as she is. The soul in everything. We put the particles in those around us, thus bringing them happiness, prosperity, love. Some people do not understand such gifts, and some the contrary - pay to replace the part yourself. Then born a new soul destined to walk the same path. And so on to infinity.
From it and not know. It will take time until it will open all your images open the yourself what is real. She hides behind a mask, and removes it only near the same, close to herself, or alone with yourself...
She can understand, support and can be closed and not to let anyone to him. Can't help myself, can burst forward, sweeping away everything in its path. This multifaceted, multilateral, different aims, like life itself.
It is clear what this is all about. The soul is man. Man and soul is dependent, around which and on which everything is built.
