In school they taught us the tiniest of details,
From the atoms that make up all we adore,
And the stars that twinkle in the night sky,
To the very core of the Earth we explore.

We learned of molecules and chemical reactions,
And the laws that govern nature's every move,
Of complex maths and intricate equations,
And the theories that scientists try to prove.

But in all these years, through lectures and classes,
No one spoke of living, of what it truly means,
Of the joys and sorrows that make up our journey,
Of the emotions that burst forth in silent screams.

Is life not the very essence of existence,
The reason we wake each day to the sun's rise?
Should we not learn of its essence and purpose,
If we are to truly live before our demise?

The textbooks may teach us about creation,
But they fall silent when it comes to the soul,
As though life is a mere spark, a...