The human soul is just like a sheet of untainted white piece of paper in the middle of an art room, we call life. Throughout life we see things, we smell, we hear, we touch, we feel and most importantly understand.
As we go thorough life we have the time to create ideas within our minds. To solve problems, to cope with life, to succeed in something or sometimes to entertain ourself.
LIfe provide us with colours, that we can use to write on this sheet of paper. How we react to things that happens in life, is to decide how we paint on this sheet of paper.
A mother loving her child, unconditionally, created the soul to become a masterpiece. A teenage decides to drink and drive, and get into an accident, is to throw a bucket of black and grey paint on that ONE sheet of paper. A man, decides to follows his dreams with his utmost capabilities, is an emotional piece of art.
At the end, your sol is your piece of art. You are the one to paint on it. You are the one responsible for that masterpiece, you are also responsible for that mucky and dull painting. So it's always good to remeber that ... you only have ONE sheet of paper, and that's your one and only chance.