We all started out as products of the underlying reality (God), with unlimited potential.
All made of the same basic stuff.
Do we grow and thrive, along the way, or become withered parodies of what we might have been?
This is the nature of 'free-will'.
It is my personal conviction that we do not start out with a soul, but as the viable seed of one.
Conceiving this soul and nurturing it, finally setting it free, is our purpose.
But, like sperm, few will actually succeed in realizing this purpose.
It's all very mysterious, as it should be.
Growing a soul is a very lonely business, in its way.
While being the most satisfying thing there is, so few manage it, that the one who does is an island, in a remote ocean, usually only with an empty horizon for company.